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Prologue

WE ARE KIN.

Here at the in-between place, we are one being, eternal, moving in rotation to the flesh realm only because we must. As sure as the tides, as sure as the sunrise, bound to the rhythm of its particular dominion—we must.

“I” is only a temporary and necessary aberration. “I,” “Me,”—such a lonely journey! We separate, single out to “I”s and “Me”s, only when we traverse between realms, when we take breath and body. Only because we must.

But we always return to We, you see? Because we must.

We sing reminders to the “I”s. We sing them back home in time. We sing them to a doorway.

Death is only a doorway.

We are Ọgbanje.