from his eyes and fingers. He glowed brighter and brighter until he disappeared.
In short order, he reappeared, only as a different actor. The new actor feels
his nose and chin to see what he's like. That's how the Doctor regenerates.
I believe in reincarnation, the concept that when one dies, the soul, spirit,
spark of life, the being himself goes into another body, to be reborn to a new
life. It's a very old and once popular concept that has fallen from modern
thinking of late.
One reason for this change is that there are those with a vested interest, both
religious and medical, in a single-life plan. Religions tell us: "You have only
one life, so you had better live it well or you will not go to the place we have
prescribed for you; and we will tell you what living well consists of. If you
don't adhere to our prescribed teachings, you will go to a place that is
unthinkable. So behave, sit up straight and sing the anthem nice and loud or we
will send you to the other place."
Doctors have an interest in the one-life theory because you will want to stay alive,
because "This is all there is." Therefore you will do anything, pay any amount
and endure any pain to ensure a few more days, weeks or months of precious life.
Lately, the emphasis on medications has grown. "Ask your doctor if Xyzzix is
right for you." They come complete with side effects that strike more fear to
your heart than Steven King and E. A. Poe combined. While the real purpose is to
create life-long paying customers, the stated purpose is to prolong life.
But suppose they are wrong and I am right? Suppose when I die, I will drop by a
hospital, pick up a body and become "Baby Johnson," wrapped in pink or blue
depending? What then? Shouldn't I welcome the opportunity? Wouldn't I look
forward to the joys of being a kid again?
Not so much!
I have written about reincarnation in songs and in stories. Now I am 68 and am facing
doctors who want to cut into me, irradiate me and give me chemical drugs. Anyone
who knows me should not be surprised to hear that I am against such things. For
one thing, they may prolong life, but they make that life not worth living.
So why don't I just cash in my chips? The number one reason is my wife, Eileen, who
does not want to live out the rest of her life without me. That is enough, but I
also have other reasons, just for overkill, as it were.
In the coming days I plan to enumerate the other reasons that I am hanging on for the
longer fight. If you know of any weapons I can add to my arsenal, please let me