"And then some. I'll admit that we indulge ourselves quite a bit compared to the social norm but it all boils down to what we are."

"What are we?" I asked.

"Well, no one knows exactly. How are you supposed to know if no one has ever told you? Some think we are blessed to keep on living like we do, others think we are cursed because we can never escape this cycle."

"What do you think?"

"You really want to know?"

"Of course."

"I think we were created special by God and abandoned, spurned because of our hideousness, not unlike the creature created and neglected by Frankenstein, whose intentions were equally as noble.

"You see no one ever told any of us why we are different or what to do about it. When we die there's no great revelation, no judgment day, no explanation, there is only another internment here. We just keep coming back over and over again. So eventually you have to ask yourself what is the point in being righteous, virtuous or sacrosanct if you'll just come back anyway? Your position never changes in the next trip. It doesn't matter if you were a murderer or a monk the time before. I've tried it. We've all tried it. That's why we indulge ourselves as we do. And why shouldn't we? That's what I meant when I said you saw opium break weak people. They don't know what we do. They can't know, even if they wanted to."

"How do you know normal people don't come back?"

"You misunderstand me; I think they do come back, just like we do. Have you ever heard them talk about feeling an unknown affinity or loathing toward someone they've just met, like they've known them before? That's because they have known them before. I think we are special not because we come back, but because we remember, because we know we have come back and will come back again.

"The trouble is we live in a Christian society. The main goal of which is eternal life in heaven, or immortality put more simply. The doctrines of Christianity say you must have faith in a savior so that you will live again. What people really need is faith that they have already lived. That is the essence of immortality. You see, Christianity panders perfectly to their weakness and insecurity about this because it gives them some kind of false hope, some false heaven as a payoff for the squandered lives they lead. The horrible thing is that they are ignorant of the truth and that they will never know that they live a lie."

"What is the truth?" I interjected.