Before and Again
The past is dead.
Death,
Like birth,
Is just one more phase of existence.
Most of the time I believe I succeed in believing this.
I look at my time on earth as an opportunity
To evolve, or move on, or cross over,
And although I may be at odds with religion and God,
I still manage,
Somehow,
To maintain a sincere,
If tenuous,
Belief in eternity.
And that belief is simple:
No good or evil ever really ceases to exist.
Life of any kind is energy,
And energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
It merely gets recycled.
The pure of heart,
However few,
And the purely evil,
However many,
Have been here countless times before,
And will be here countless times again.
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