Well, my husband and I spent the last few days out of town. Just to show how cool we are, we drove two states away just to see our favorite band. Luckily, it rained all weekend, so our plants weren't completely scorched by the flaming hot sun over the weekend.
It.has.been.HOT. All the tomatoes have started to wrinkle up and fall over, but other plants are being quite resilient. I won't go into the obvious metaphor that this invokes, but you get the picture.
I was just reading Brad Warner's book 'Hardcore Zen' and have found it to be quite enlightening (although he may not approve of that phrasing). He somehow manages to explain Buddhist philosophy in a simple and understandable manner. I have to admit though, I still have to reread a lot of chapters. As simple as the idea is, I can't seem to grasp the emotional aspect of it well enough.
Example: the idea that reincarnation isn't how it is popularly percieved nowadays. In the chapter humourously titled "In My Next Life I Want to Come Back as a Pair of Lucy Liu's Panties," the idea is that we are reincarnated, but not in a 'you'll be a worm if you were bad and a person if you're good' karmic way.
Since your energy pattern doesn't just bleep out of existence when you die, you are, in a sense, reincarnated. The energy that is you was once a star or a meteroid, but after you die, it will go back out somehow. Maybe someday your energy will once again be in human form.
In the end, I guess the main idea is that all the speculation of the technicalities don't matter as much as focusing on the right now.