For life in my experience is not just the exchange of chemicals over billions of years. Life for me is not just the doctrines of modern, western Christianity or for that part of the older and just as rigid view from the old, eastern philosophies. No, life is the most powerful force in our universe, being created out of nothing and sustained by forces beyond our comprehension. Call me a mystic if you like, but life simply cannot fit into the definitions we have given it. Life cannot fit into our definitions, and it cannot fit into the boundaries we assume are impenetrable.
Life flows past the three dimensions of the body like radio waves escaping from an electrical wire.
Life flows past the limits of time like those same waves as they pierce the walls of my home to be collect by the antenna of my radio. And like the antenna, the flow of life can be gathered in the surrounding dimensions and can even collect in the place beyond time and space. Is it not possible that every aspect of my walk through this world is added to that portion of me that flows past physical barriers and collects in a place where it can never be altered or changed again. My body may thus die, but who I am, a collection of all I have been, remains in the dimensionless expanse of God and angel. If the nature of souls is the endless collection of my walk through this world, then my haunting is the stains of that outflow of life on the physical world through which it passes.