It is a
series that continues unbroken, but changes every moment. The series is, really speaking, nothing but
movement. It is like a flame that burns
through the night; it is not the same flame nor is it another. A child grows up to be a man of sixty. Certainly the man of sixty is not the same as
the child of sixty years ago, nor is he another person. Similarly, a person who dies here and is
reborn elsewhere is neither the same person, nor another. It is the continuity of the same series.