Of all the metaphysical speculations about the hereafter reincarnation makes the most sense to me. It makes a lot more sense than the Judeo-Christian dogma that we come to this earth for a fleeting moment (measured against etermity) hopelessly freighted with inequities and factors beyond our control, and a "final judgment," based upon our comportment in that infinitely small particle of time, will determine our lot for all eternity to come.
Reincarnation dovetails nicely with evolution. It appeals to a historical perpective such as my own. We really are like raindrops (I tip my hat here to Lex de Azivedo, from whom I first learned the analogy) coming down coming down, and evaporating and coming down over and over again. All of us pushing the rock up the hill, becoming better individually and making the world better through experiencing infinite permutations of lives.
Don't you feel in your gut that you've been here before? Watch your children, they seem to be born with a latent understanding of the earth and human experience and culture. You watch them awaken to life and all its wonder and profundity and complexity and it seems they've been here before. Even their inate appreciation for what a castle is, all that it connotes, was something they always knew.
But even this leads to some unsavory thoughts. It's hard not to slip into the Mark E. Peterson line of reasoning that people are fortunate in this life becuase they were valiant in a prior one.
Also, I've wondered about my prior lives. Do I even want to know about them? Certainaly we don't know for a reason. Chances are I'd learn about unbearable tragedies, unbearable loss. What if I was a truly heinous person? The minute I try to console myself that that must not be so, I find my consolation to be Mark E. Peterson's warped reasoning. .. .
Reincarnation dovetails nicely with evolution. It appeals to a historical perpective such as my own. We really are like raindrops (I tip my hat here to Lex de Azivedo, from whom I first learned the analogy) coming down coming down, and evaporating and coming down over and over again. All of us pushing the rock up the hill, becoming better individually and making the world better through experiencing infinite permutations of lives.
Don't you feel in your gut that you've been here before? Watch your children, they seem to be born with a latent understanding of the earth and human experience and culture. You watch them awaken to life and all its wonder and profundity and complexity and it seems they've been here before. Even their inate appreciation for what a castle is, all that it connotes, was something they always knew.
But even this leads to some unsavory thoughts. It's hard not to slip into the Mark E. Peterson line of reasoning that people are fortunate in this life becuase they were valiant in a prior one.
Also, I've wondered about my prior lives. Do I even want to know about them? Certainaly we don't know for a reason. Chances are I'd learn about unbearable tragedies, unbearable loss. What if I was a truly heinous person? The minute I try to console myself that that must not be so, I find my consolation to be Mark E. Peterson's warped reasoning. .. .

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