The subject of how I began is a daunting one. I can no more imagine what is was like before my mother and father created me in one of their many passionate escapades, than I can grasp the enormity of my passing.
What will be the nothingness after my trip through the intense spiritual bright white light? Will I be floating around causing havoc for those still living misguided beings not yet thumped on the head by the karmic Gods?
Or worse still, will I discover that I should have been a religious fanatic after all, once I come face to face with Allah or Jesus or God of the Wiccan? Should I regret not being Muslin or a Buddhist? Perhaps if only I were Jewish or Mormon or a devout Roman Catholic.
What a jolt to my system if I suddenly reincarnate in the body of a frequently prodded cow or a wayward starving coyote.
It is way too mind boggling for a mere mortal with delusions of grandeur and an unrelenting need to feel special to absorb.
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