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"Now," explained the entity to the soul to be born, "this is your manual. Inside you'll find accurate instructions on what to do, how to do it and when to do it to fully understand and enjoy life. Enclosed on its beautiful pages is the secret of life, including its meaning and the way to be happy every day, for every single minute. So I hope you understand how important this book is."
The soul to be born nodded her head and nervously took a peek to the way down.
"I have a question..." the soul said, "What’s that thing below? The one that seems as bright as the sun?"
"Don't worry about it. It's the same light that one sees when life is over, the gate that separates our two worlds, you'll have to jump right through it and then you'll be into your new body," said the entity with a kind smile.
"I'll have to clutch to this book while I'm falling, right?"
"I'm afraid so. But every one of its full of wisdom sheets worth it, you'll find out."

Nothing else to say, the naked soul thanked her guiding entity, embraced the Book of All Truths and jumped down to the light.
After a couple of seconds the entity smiled, then grinned and finally burst into a loud and amused laugher. It was always the same with souls and the book.
The book in fact contained everything to be happy. Do's and don’ts carefully explained for maximum effectivity from the day of birth to the day of death. However, the light below was, more than a gate, a wall to be crossed through to the other side: A firewall.
The soul entered the flames. She, being a soul, was not burnt by it, just cleansed from any imperfection, purified. But the book... that was another story. Its pages were burnt, every single line in it obliterated, as the soul cried and screamed over her loss.

It was always the same with all the souls. That's why people is always looking for a perpetually escaping happiness, and why they feel so bad when they can't attain it, because very deep inside, they just know they could had it all from their very first day and up to their last.

In the meanwhile, aeon old entities called gods laugh and laugh on their joke.