The soul, that light-winged bird imprisoned in the cage of the body, is always yearning to escape. Not from fear of death, but from the desire to return to its origin. The body is a temporary home; the soul, however, is a traveler who wants to open a window to infinity at any moment. In a moment of deep silence, in sleep, in love or at the last moment, the soul escapes from its chains and becomes light. Then it understands that its escape is not an escape from life, but a joining to the truth; a truth that the body could never contain. The escape of the soul is not the end; it is the beginning of a flight without returning to the cage.