There is a silly song, I can't remember much of it right now, except for the key lyrics, ♫I am my own grandpa♫ I think Willie Nelson did it. It got me thinking about REINCARNATION again.

I thought about the '50s, as life evolved from Norman Rockwell into Ozzie and Harriet land, some American man was living The Formica Life in Harmon Cove Secaucus with his wife and two normal children and one happy dog ...and then? It was the tumultuous 60s, with all that passion so raw and new that got homogenized by Disco and The Metrosexuals in the '70s, which led into the decade of Greed and Cocaine, which was the 80's ...and then? It went sideways into Whinerville, accompanied by a soundtrack of dissonant music, where all the musicians were on Heroin; that was the 90's … and then? It's been Rap, saccharine crap and sexual dysfunction for the last 20 years; a nation that had most definitely lost its way but... it's all been a progression as Materialism went into its death throes.

How is it that so many similar souls showed up in each decade and were either the trendsetters of the culture or the unconscious mimics by reflex and reaction? Did it happen by itself? Was it orchestrated by The Boys in the Back? It was probably a combination of both, under the baton of The Divine Conductor, as the planets rubbed up against one another and set the vibrational resonance of each singular movement, in the endless symphony of the manifest. They plays the music and we dances to it. That is what the planets do. They send out powerful signals of perpetual change and... there is a point to it but the objective is well past the understanding of any particular life so... IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE in the limited context of a single incarnation.