Firefly Ravine The Hypostasis of the Archons

He chewed his lip, suddenly boyish in his hesitation.

I told you before that the soul is good, and the body is evil.

The soul cannot be destroyed. It is ever-lasting.

Nothing in the universe could truly disappear. Matter only deconstructed and reconstituted itself, forever in flux. Strife the only constant. There were philosophers who believed that the sun remade itself with every morning, the inverse of the Biblical quote: there is nothing new under the sun---under the sun, everything is new.

I believe you will be reunited with your siblings. You will meet your brother, and everything will be perfect.

His eyes shone with the ghost-lights of Pleroma.

But for now you are atoning. For what, I do not know. Perhaps for something in a life before yours.

Fingers of sunlight danced on the ground between them.