I remember being a child and looking at the parchesi board. It seemed to me to be a metaphor for safety. You spend most of your time shuffling along the board, knowing you can get knocked out. Then there is a little harbor of safety at the end.
When the past hurts too much, when I think of the people who grieve griefs worse than mine there are images in my head from movies. The Pakistani stadium from Blackhawk Down, the last one or two scenes from Shawshank Redemption, movies like that, fraught with tension, real danger but the denouement is safety.
That is what I think the first flash of eternity will be like. We will look around, dazed by the light, the splendor, and then we will think, safe. Sanctuary. Home.