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Some of us only meet in the most fleeting moments; some of us never meet, but still hear about one another and therefore cherish what we know from what we've heard, and mourn the loss, even though we're spared what the close-loved ones must endure - the ongoing pain of an empty place in the heart for the rest of life.

In the lonely hours, I have spent a great deal of time thinking about eternal things. I have contemplated the comforting doctrines of eternal life.

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

Certainly, we all wonder what is beyond, and when you lose a loved one, I think part of the grieving process includes where that person might have gone or if you'll ever see them again. I think it forces you to look up to the sky, to the cosmos.

I'm using the afterlife as a backdrop against which to explore the joys and complexities of being human - it turns out that it's a great lens with which to understand what matters to us.

I would like to believe in an afterlife; it makes things more palatable. But I'm not banking on it.

There is an afterlife. I am convinced of this.

Whether you reach a lot of people or have a profound impact on a few people, their memories of you are your afterlife.

The process of communication with the afterlife - more of an exchange than a conversation - has always fascinated me.

Afterlife, in my mind, is pretty much nothing. This is it. This is what we get, for me.