Then it blew itself apart and became a gazillion pieces to the googolplexth X googolplex power, and from what I read, it is the goal of every last piece to find itself back to its Source. Being here in this HELL HOLE of a planet is supposed to be a faster road to evolution, but I really wonder. With so many focused on sheer survival, and so many more having no curiosity or idea of this theory, how can anyone evolve in that particular life; from a reincarnationists point of view? Social programming doesn't help, either. Most cultures turn you into materialistic idiots with very compromised integrity that inconvenience those who don't fall for this.

How many even think of this? How many are metaphysical researchers? How many have TIME to be metaphysical researchers, and how many care? Then there's 'the dark side' who do metaphysical research, but they are going in totally the wrong direction in its use.

Finally, how do people even have time to think of this if they signed up for countless gratuitous distractions every day? How many have maybe 5 minutes of discretionary time every day due to the fact they buried themselves in pointless obligations so they have to work 2 jobs, not to mention everything else? I remember a lettershop co-worker who died in a car crash because he was so exhausted from both work and taking care of his siblings, acting as a surrogate parent for reasons I can't remember. Maybe they died or something. Later when I was an Indigo operator/tech, we almost lost another of the same who fell asleep at the wheel. He survived, but it was a while before he could work again. Before I got hired at NCR, the same thing happened to a computer operator, and he did die. We talked about seeing his ghost at the data centre, since the place did seem to be haunted with various employees talking about 'bleed throughs', though not in those words.

Ideally, one is supposed to escape the reincarnation cycle. That's evolution. Instead, it seems most come back life after life after life. I know I did, being the feckin' idiot electric fence pissing addict (In analogy.) that I was. I think I'm finally over it, and can graduate this stupid class of perpetual inconvenience, annoyance, illusion, and idiocy.

HAPPY WALPURGIS NACHT AND BALTAINE EVE, EVERYBODY!

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