Subject: The Egg. 
May 8, 2012.

  Here is something that was passed on to me by Winifred.  It is
very deep so you might want to pass it up.
  When I first saw this I thought of the old movie called "The Egg
And I" with Fred McMurray.

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Date: Mon, 7 May 2012
From: WINIFRED BARTON

Subject: The Egg

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  The Egg

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The Egg
 By: Andy W-ir

You were on your way home when you d-ed. It was a car
accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal
nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children.
It was a painless de-th. The EMTs tried their best to save
you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered
you were better off, trust me.
And that's when you met me.

What what happened? You asked. Where am I?

You di-d, I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing
words.
There was a truck and it was skidding Yup, I said.
Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies, I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you
and me.

What is this place? You asked.

Is this the afterlife?

More or less, I said.

Are you g-d? You asked.

Yup, I replied. I'm Go-.

My kids my wife, you said. What about them? Will they be
all right?
That's what I like to see, I said. You just die- and your main
concern is for your family. That's good stuff right there.
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like
-od.
I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague
authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher
than the almighty.

Don't worry, I said. They'll be fine. Your kids will remember
you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow
contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will
be s-cretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling
apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for
feeling relieved.

Oh, you said. So what happens now? Do I go to hea-en or
h-ll or something?

Neither, I said. You'll be r-incarnated.

Ah, you said. So the Hindus were right, All r-ligions are right
in their own way, I said.
Walk with me. You followed along as we strode through the
void.

Where are we going?

Nowhere in particular, I said.  It's just nice to walk while we
talk.

So what's the point, then? You asked.

When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So
all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't
matter.

Not so! I said. You have within you all the knowledge and
experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember
them right now.
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. Your s-ul
is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can
possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny
fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a
glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of
yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out,
you've gained all the experiences it had.
You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven't
stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense
consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you'd
start remembering everything. But there's no point to doing
that between each life.
How many times have I been re-ncarnated, then?

Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives, I said.
This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.
Wait, what? You stammered. You're sending me back in time?
Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in
your universe. Things are different where I come from.

Where you come from?
You said.  I explained I come from somewhere. Some where
else. And there are others like me. I know you'll want to know
what it's like there, but honestly you wouldn't understand.
Oh, you said, a little let down.
But wait. If I get rei-carnated to other places in time, I
could have interacted with myself at some point.

Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware
of their own lifespan you don't even know it's happening.
So what's the point of it all?

Seriously? I asked. Seriously? You' asking me for the meaning
of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?

Well it's a reasonable question, you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. The meaning of life, the reason I
made this whole universe, is for you to mature.
You mean mankind? You want us to mature?

No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With
each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and
greater intellect.

Just me? What about everyone else?

There is no one else,  I said. In this universe, there's just you
and me.

You stared blankly at me. But all the people on earth.

All you. Different incarn-tions of you.

Wait. I'm everyone!?

Now you're getting it, I said, with a congratulatory slap
on the back.

I'm every human being who ever lived?

Or who will ever live, yes.

I'm Abraham Lincoln?

And you're John Wilkes Booth, too, I added.

I'm Hitler? You said, appalled.

And you're the millions he killed.

I'm Je--s?

And you're everyone who followed him.

You fell silent.

Every time you victimized someone, I said, you were
victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done,
you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment
ever experienced by any human was, or will be,
experienced by you.

You thought for a long time.

You asked me. Why do all this?
Because someday, you will become like me. Because
that;s what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my
child.

Whoa, you said, incredulous. You mean I'm a go-?

No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing. Once
you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will
have grown enough to be born.

So the whole universe, you said, it's just An egg. I answered.
Now it's time for you to move on to your next life.   And I
sent you on your way.

John Winston.  johnfw@mlode.com