His latest reincarnation notion would have us born into a dimension where it would again be the life we have so far been living. We would find ourselves re-living the same lives in the company of the same people and having some of the same choices, though making some of them in different ways would move us in directions where what has happened this time cannot happen again. Instead of having to be someone else, someone unfamiliar, we would each time be refining or perfecting ourselves.
It was no worse than other reincarnation strategies, but I wonder why he would prefer this recycling of self to the afterlife others accept, seeing it as a continuation of life, though in unfamiliar form.
My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Monday, November 16, 2015
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