| Do you believe in reincarnation? Maybe, maybe not. Regardless, the following is worth considering: If we are reincarnated souls, what is the value (the weight, if you will) of a soul; of my soul? I do not have the facts straight, but assuming the population of the world, two thousand years ago, was 2 million people; this would equate to 2 million souls. Now, two thousand years later the population is 6 billion, meaning that these 6 billion people will only each have 3/100th’s of those 2 millions souls. Are we really so fragmented? so shattered? They say sometimes that we can recognize past lovers, past friends, past brothers in the souls of strangers. Perhaps we are only recognizing a fragment of ourselves. If we all come from one – from an Adam and an Eve – how came we by so many souls? Many many dogs must have been virtuous curs to feed the forges of humanity. But to be created, to be conceived, it takes two souls to make one. Therein is it possible to multiply souls instead of divide them? Deo Vindice. |
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| So, I tried facebook.... and it's to public. I will admit that it is great for connecting with old friends, following the gossip in the lives of random acquaintances, and keeping track of our fluid global generation; yet, some things are too popular. I now announce my return to Xanga. |
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| p.s. get facebook. p.p.s. you need a reason? I'm in it. |
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| I'm facing a moral dilema. My Mother sent me a packege, and in the packege were various random trinkets that only a mother would think to send... and a bottle of tea masala. I was so excited! Tea Masala! And as I went to rip open the seal and sniff the rich spices, I saw the words "for Greg" in blue marker on the lid. Shit. Am I my brother's keeper? Am I the keeper of his tea spices? It all seems so unfair. All I want is a nicely brewed pot of chai. I hope he forgives me for this delictable sin. |
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