Each of us wants to be himself in the future life, and to see his
friends as he knew them.

We want to preserve individuality forever and ever, when the
stars shall have faded away and the days of matter ended.

But what is individuality except imperfection? You are different
from Smith, Smith is different from Jones. But it is simply a
difference of imperfect construction. One is more foolish than
another, one is more irresponsibly moved to laughter or
anger--that constitutes his personality.

Remove our imperfections and we should all be alike--smooth off
all agglomerations of matter on all sides and everything would be
spherical.

What would be the use of keeping so many of us if we were all
perfect, and therefore all alike? One talks through his nose,
one has a deep voice. But shall kind Providence provide two sets
of wings for nose talkers and chest talkers? Why not make the
two into one good talker and save one pair of wings?

Why not, in fact, keep just one perfect sample, and let all the
rest placidly drift back to nothingness? Or, better, why not
take all the goodness that there is in all the men and women that
ever were and melt it all down into one cosmic human being? ----

The rain drops, the mist and the sprays of Niagara all go back to
the ocean in time. Possibly we all go back at the end to the sea