Some did, some didn’t. All religions tried to pack ghosts in the shells, the messages in the bottle, for ideologies to manifest, personify but only butterflies break out of cocoons, truth being the wings and kindness. Strictly speaking for Christanity, as humanity its greatest preserve.

Emotions and memories become a burden, watching people, stories and ages pass by you as you spiritually evolve but morally remain unchanged. Had God wished, wished could have lived today in his old skin, but life gets to your soul and unbroken column without nodes in it become mournful tale. For all that you witness and miss, heavens knows to immortals death is a bliss, so remember God a little that you must for your salvation. To remember all of you, can be too overwhelming. So among-st us is no ageless man, but installments of me and you.