The other side of the veil betwen this reality and the next, whatever it may be. Think of a log on a fire, burning, eventually down to ash, the energy from that wod, a particular imprint, virtualy of that log moves up and out, back into the universe, but, it is also true that it never realy leaves this universe. The universe recycles everything. Consider black holes. The closer a material object moves towards the gravity well of a black hole, it begins to, well, evaporate, for a quite precise way to describe it. As it fals into the event horizon, the atoms also disappear, like on Star Trek's transporter, nothing, not even light escapes, and the fabric of space bends, and time sloowwws dddooowwwnnn. Then stops. Welcome to a mansion in the house.