The Razor’s Edge, by W. Somerset Maugham

If in those moments of ecstasy I had indeed been one with the Absolute, then, if what they said was true, nothing could touch me and when I had worked out the karma of my present life I should return no more.  The thought filled me with dismay.  I wanted to live again and again.  I was willing to accept every sort of life, no matter what its pain or sorrow, I felt only life after life, life after life could satisfy my eagerness, my vigor, and my curiosity.