This Is This

There’s a view held by some, although others use it to prop themselves up, that there are an infinite number of souls all lined up ready to be born, like gumballs in a machine, and when someone’s ready to be born, or at some stage during the proceedings of pregnancy – I don’t  know exactly which – the spirit wisps in and becomes a person.

It follows then that if you had been born some other time, then you’d have ended up being another person entirely.

It’s just as well that I got me, because I’m not sure I would want someone else walking around as me. That seems a lot to take on, plus I’ve grown accustomed.

But it’s good to know that a few minutes either side and I could have been a triplet from Lima, a juggler from Saskatchewan, a preacher from Taipei, or a pig farmer from Darfur. I don’t even know if they have pigs in Darfur, so it’s just as well that one missed me. Although I can juggle, so I probably would have been OK there.

No, I ended up getting me, which is more than I would have hoped for, and you got you, and if you’ve enjoyed reading this then it’s worked out fine, for now at least.

Have a good weekend, right?

I’d like to welcome a couple of new readers and explain that normally I’d post most days. I’ll pick that back up, along with the quality, because I have a feeling that the best I can do is about to get better. We’ll still have the weekend song tomorrow, etc.

Thanks for the comments about my dad, too – he got a kick out of that.

Anyway, I’m going this way, so I’ll see you, OK? All right. Take care – bye.

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