So the witness is simply when you suddenly—-maybe this night, it’s my hope it is this night—-that it will break. For, may I tell you, you could have a billion, and you may, you could have all the glamour in the world, and if you were not awake, what does it really matter? You’re tied to the wheel of recurrence. And tomorrow…as my friend saw his mother, radiantly beautiful and moving through the year 1953, suddenly finding herself in the year 3804. But no transforming power in that transition, the same lovely lady, this time more beautiful, married, [...], with the same fear of death that she had here prior to her own death at the age of seventy but now at the age of thirty and beautiful beyond measure. As happy as any beautiful lady would be here with means, at the age of thirty, but in fear of death. Death follows man forever on these wheels within wheels within wheels. It is only when we are lifted out of the wheel of recurrence that we have conquered death, for we die no more. So what does it matter if you owned the earth and you were not extracted from the wheel of recurrence?236 ¶22