Epilogue

In another life. In another time. Maybe, just maybe, they would meet again for a moment of happiness. They were thrown into that life as into a still, where, after a previous existence they had forgotten, they were destined to be remade, renewed, tempered by sufferings, struggles, passion, illness, doubt, death. They endured all these evils for their own good, for their own purification and, as it were, to make them perfect. Before knowing the theory of reincarnation, they blamed family, society, friends. But now they knew clearly that they had no one else to blame but themselves. Now them was free, no one else was responsible.