No matter what you believe we must all pass through the coffin. I was thrilled when I saw this one person stairway in a church in Sonora, MX. The shape and tightness that one has to travel through was such a metaphor, the act of going through the passage really made you ponder, death and transcendence.  If I were to pick one religion live by, then I’m rejecting all the others.  I go through this life knowing I’m too primitive to understand the universe, and yet I can not reject others, for their choice of experience.