What happens to the flame on a match after one blows it out? Sure, you get the trailing wisps of smoke, mere memories, because at heart every flame has a smoke, doesn't it? We are like the flames, and our souls are like the smoke, and the moment we go out the smoke travels skywards to the stucco white ceiling and there disperses, settling like the finest layer of memory over everything and everyone. I think, she said, that I might like being that fine layer of memory better than living in a Heaven where I think there resides a very gruff God. To be there in every blade of grass, in every molecule of your skin, in every pigment of your eyes, that, my friend, is true bliss. And so, tell me, what happens to the flame after one blows it out?