I opened my eyes wide and stared at the master in bewilderment. How could anyone not have a past cycle of life?
"Don't be so astonished," the master smiled amicably. "This is not unheard of, and certainly nothing to be worried about. There is a starting place for everything. Every soul has to go through its first cycle at some point, doesn't it?"
"But …" I scanned the room. All the rest of the disciples were deep in their memories of the past, some smiling, some frowning. "Why does everyone else have their past memories?" I asked. "Does it mean that my soul is … different from theirs?"
