We come into this life not a blank slate. We have had many past lives. In youth, it is all golden and full of possibilities. As we grow older, we become older and more disappointed and bitter. And then finally, death comes and sweeps us away from the stage of life we see. The stage is the same, the actors different. We are gone. Death sweeps us away. Vivekand adds poignantly, victorious or defeated, we do not know. Maya sammi vivi anter says: A mother loves her child, no end dotes upon the child. It's a kind of obsession, kind of a weakness. And yet she cannot