Chapter 103: Chapter 101: Surging tides come to crash together

The nature of souls is a cyclical one.

People die and are reborn over and over in what we can only assume is an eternal process of gestation, the perpetual development of the living core towards a state of what we can only assume is perfection — divinity.

While this is beautiful in a way, there is also a great sadness to it. Yes, we might climb towards the highest summit of self-actualization; however, think of all of those steps and grips taken along the way. Think of the possibility, when you look your brothers and sisters into the face, that in lives past, you once held others in deep cherishment, souls who you might have absolutely nothing to do with now in this latest reincarnation.

Yes, you are connected by your past, but now, in the present, those memories are entirely unknown as they belonged to a life you no longer live, and maybe, in good fortune, you might pass by one another on the street.

Yet you will never know, apart from a strange gust of wind that is perhaps a little too strong or a sense of déjà-vu when the kind woman behind the till gives you your change, that, in aeons past, you might have once had hearts connected in blood and love.

The sunset atop the mountain of spirituality is perhaps beautiful, yes.

But maybe take a moment to stop and look around; maybe admire the sunset here and now.

Maybe you’ll prefer it to that later one.

It would be a shame to have missed it.