I remember vividly the day I found a book on eastern religion at my local library. I was 8. I learned about the concept of re-incarnation and marveled at the idea, so different than the heaven/hell idea I had been raised on. At the same library I found the Tibetan Book of the Dead...more marveling that other religions had beliefs that far surpassed catholicism in complexity as far as 'afterlife' went. Then, I discovered science such as quantum physics...or, at least the merest ideas behind it...at around 9 or 10.
My world imploded when I brought the two together in my head. I developed an amazed fascination with every single person who passed me in daily life for months. I can only compare it to a kind of tripping, a psychedelic experience. I occurred to me if reincarnation was possible...and if all things possible DID occur, in all possible permutations, somewhere, somehow, in some pocket of the vast universe, then it made perfect sense that before all time and space ended, before a person could be DONE "being" a "person", they would, over the course of immeasurable time, HAVE to experience being EVERY, SINGLE PERSON WHO EVER LIVED AND EVER WOULD. I began to look with horror at the teachers I hated, the perv I had the misfortune of meeting at far too young an age, the hobos on the street, Hitler, and so on thinking OH GODS NO, I CAN'T be THEM!! And then, the opposite...every kind person I ever witnessed - the woman at church who worked at a soup kitchen, the old lady who spent her time loving the stray bedraggled feral cats, the nurses at the hospital who cared for the ailing and infirm, the man who ran a local funeral home who offered sympathy with true feeling to provide solace to the bereaved, the sweet hippie lady down the street in Maine who, one summer, taught me herbalism and gardening...I was them too. And the President, Einstein, Ben Franklin....or even those who shook society for good or bad...Aleister Crowley, Timothy Leary, The Beatles, Charles Manson...
The idea still lingers, and every once in a while it resurfaces, and I marvel again.
which brings me to this story - http://www.galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
By: Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me. ( Collapse )