MI don't mean to trash up an otherwise really impressive and thoughtful thread- but can we examine #4 a little? I am sort of under the impression that in this lifetime I am my own psychic experience, and without getting into stuff about identity that I know nothing about, aren't we always everything we loved, and that love inseparable from the self and the fabric of this life? Not trying to get too religion/politics about love being eternal, just fast and loose, if not accurate and beautiful, too, if it's just so.