How time zaps with an incredible force. Like a hurricane, twirling and swirling rapidly, taking everything with it in every direction it wants to go. You just have to go whirling together under its compulsion. You have got no other choice. You can not just stay and sit watching the ongoing tumult. (Bless those buddhist monks for being able to part their souls from their bodies and to prove out Einstein's relativity theory!!! There is not a concept of time as an in-one-direction-flying-streaming object. TIMES are flying everywhere they like.
Buddhist monks are really the most ecologically friendly types that have ever set their tiny feets on earth. The reason is because of this thing they believe and brag to exist, the thing called reincarnation. It is all about recycling. If you can still use the departed soul, why dump it and create a new one? It is really a sick idea to be so extravagant. I think a God would not be such a wasteful guy. Nor girl.
Reincarnation also means, that you can live forever. So long as it takes. So long as this blue ball named earth still exists. Or maybe so long as that powerful Element sometimes called God still exists. What a wonderful thing to think of! Of course you also have to expect finding yourself as a worm after your death if you were not a good person in your first life. But hey, you get to live! Perhaps if you lead a life as a pious worm, then you would be able to be reborn as a human being again, and of course with a touch of luck, you could remember your past lives.
Almost perfect. It would be better if you could also be together again with the one you love. Oh eternal love! Perhaps if you love someone so very much, your soul would be so very strong to seek out your loved one and unite with him in your second life, or your third, or your thirty fifth. It depends on the strength of your love, perhaps. How should I know? I might have to go to Tibet and ask the buddhist monks there, before time(s) overrun(s) me.
Maybe you can think of something?
