Nearly everything that happens between life and death is a question mark.

The questions haunt us and we make an effort throughout our lives to answer that which cannot truly be answered. Sometimes the questions magically become answers we hang on to in hopes of knowing something for sure.

But when all is said and done, we know nothing for sure, no matter how much we claim with passion and vehemence, with Bible, Koran, Torah in hand and our god assuring us that what we believe is right, because we can feel it. We’ve prayed about it, meditated on it, chanted it, we are sure of it.

Everyone feels their belief deeply and with a sureness that threatens to assimilate, destroy and convert civilizations, and possibly stop time.

They are right and everyone else is wrong, and that’s all there is to it. God came to them in their dream. Muhammed came to them in their dream. Jehovah came to them in their dream. Buddha came to them in their dream. The Universe came to them, the Void came to them; the Idea came to them in their dreams or as they beseeched their God, or as they sent entreaties up to their Universe.

Everyone says the same thing from one end of the globe to the next, giving name and idea to what they’ve attached to, while dismissing what others have named and attached to. The few who accept what others believe still sit inside a belief they know for sure; their thoughts are all there could be. The others will one day see, they say.

We will all one day see a truth we may never return to share with those left behind.