around again is more attractive than many schools of thought, there are some
drawbacks to the concept. Those drawbacks make me want to hang on to the life I
have. Here are a few more:
One of the primary fears about moving on, once one figures out how to exit, is the
reentry process. First you nearly suffocate, then you get slapped, wrapped up
tight and poked by strangers making gurgling sounds. Some don't survive it.
Others come out in bad shape and are kept alive to suffer through to the next
end. Seems to me that just entering the world is a crap-shoot. How I survived it
in the past is a wonder. But now, the medical profession is so taken with itself
that as a baby, one might get poked and prodded by more than just aggressive
fingers of icky relatives. Once could get needled with all kinds of things that
are not good for living things. Doctors, after all, consider you a body, nothing
more, when the very act of returning in another form proves that you are a
Growing a baby body is a painful process. You poop your pants, spit up your food and can
die in your sleep. Then there's those things breaking through your gums that
hurt. They make special rings for babies to bite on so the teeth come through,
but there is still a lot of pain and crying, compounded by the fact that you
don't have the words to say what's up. The teeth I have now aren't the best, but
at least they're not buried in my gums.
I know a lot now. I have written a few books, a few insightful songs and have made a
few friends stop and think. To start again with nothing but a wide-eyed stare is
daunting. Can't I pack a small bag with some of the knowledge I have gained?
Wouldn't it be helpful to know what to avoid and what to embrace in my new life?
Must I count on my parents knowing things and imparting them? Sometimes that
doesn't happen. It seems such a shame to learn a few things only to start again
with a blank etch-a-sketch of a brain.