We think if we’re not conscious we exist we won’t exist, but how can that be? Just look at the sun. Oh, if I could only make myself completely unafraid—once born, we never die— what talks we’d have, and will. It’s theorized the universe is only one among others, infinite others. Though didn’t Christ tell us, “In my father’s house there are many rooms . . .” And I would tell you what it’s like, real fear. And how there are human beings for whom the sun is never going to shine Is never going to rise again, ever, not really— not the real sun. They’re not exactly waking up in radiant awareness and celebration of their own presence these days, who’d get rid of themselves with no more thought (if it were possible) than you would give to taking off a glove. How in deep sleep sometimes even we get well. So you can believe me, in the far deeper sleep (these new apple leaves, maybe) we are all going to be perfectly all right.