A couple of days ago, while I was meditating, I had a vision of a woman in ancient Japan. Her home had rice paper walls which glowed like a lantern when the sun shone on them. While enjoying the beauty of the scene, I tapped into her deep faith in the continuity of life. She viewed life as being like an island which we approach and leave by crossing the ocean. Her faith was like confidence that the surface of the earth is curved, compared with the fear and superstition among those who thought the earth was flat. Just because we disappear from view when we die, doesn't mean we have fallen off the edge.