I know a theory now that rivals faith,
More credible than what mere scriptures saith,
Revealing that our essence is eternal
Returning after death to realms supernal—
Called the Akasha, in the Hindu term,
Which holy saints and sages all confirm—
Yet still I wish for certain evidence
That such a proposition makes good sense
Or, better yet, is absolutely true,
Which would affect so many things I do,
Leading me to prepare a strategy
For navigating all eternity
As if this mortal venture were a game
And Homo ludens our appropriate name.
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