what we feel as individual life is the flick of a flame in an immense conflagration. the flame is born in the conflagration and vanishes into the conflagration and in its passing lights up all the flames that are yet to come. only when we know the immensity of the conflagration we know the individual flame, its footing in eternity and its immortality. the flame now harmonises the light of that which had passed on behind and that which hence shall shine forth.
"She desires the ancient mornings and fulfils their light; projecting forwards her illumination she enters into communion with the rest that are to come."Kutsa Angisara--Rig Veda.