About This Reincarnation Thing

We come back, we know it, yet we start out each life pretending it’s going to be different this time around. That is probably for the best. Otherwise, we would carry on from where we left off last lifetime: right in the middle of that argument or fight – actually we do that, don’t we? Still blaming the same people for the world’s problems. The reverse of that is true as well: still courting the same girl; still trying to complete that project; still hanging out with the same friends; or being born back into the same family.

Each time I’ve had a new understanding about what Douglas Adams, of “Hitch-hikers Guide to the Galaxy” fame called “Life, the Universe, and Everything”, I’ve eventually realized that I’ve had that same realization before. The most recent was just yesterday, when I realized that all the new revelations I’ve recently had were revelations I’ve had before. Which makes me wonder why I got myself into the situation where I had to have these same realizations again. Am I really stupid, or is playing The Game more interesting than understanding it and getting out? Obviously!

You Don’t Need to Reincarnate If You Don’t Dis-Incarnate! Sounds simple doesn’t it? Avoid potty training by just not dying. I don’t know how long these human bodies can last, but I do know they will live longer if we don’t do things to kill them. I’m not talking about driving off a cliff or some other violent, quick death. I’m talking about the slow death of eating sugar or red meat or being exposed to pollution. In this, I know what I’m talking about. At sixty-two, I thought I was going to die. Since then, I have had to be careful with my diet. I like chocolate. “Death by chocolate” is a real possibility. Each time my cancer seems to be under control, I indulge. The result? It’s ba-a-ack!