All glory to this fluctuation in the world that you call life. All the ins and outs are full of glory. The entrance to life on Earth is full of glory, and the exit too. It is a dance, this weaving in and out. It is a parade. You are very partial to this episode on Earth. You love it so much that sometimes you have thought that this interlude is all that there is. You see a line marked across the horizon such as a wooden ruler would make. Twelve inches, perhaps, and you have concluded that this is all of your life, this brief line that starts and ends on Earth.