azurelunatic | LJ deprivation ponderings.

Reincarnation's never been a question for me. KL7AM told me the logic-chain that works best for me, and I'll paraphrase it broudly. In an infinite universe, not only will the infinite monkeys on infinite typewriters produce the complete works of Shakespeare, an infinite number of times over, but they will produce also all the iterations of what might have been. Romeo might have decided to get in a little necrophilia before he offed himself, and while Juliet would have been a little startled, they would likely have survived (whether their marriage would have survived is another story entirely).

Digressing, though.

I've never questioned whether I've been here before. With the funky mindmapping that I have, I can clearly see how who I am is a product of the interaction between my hardwiring, my environment, the hardwiring that happened as the result of that, with my free will directing the choices from the prescribed range of options available to me. (My will is only, generally, so free as the will of someone taking a multiple-choice test.)

Knowing all that, that it's all happened before and will again; knowing that my writing of

rosalynde's life is crafting her that universe, and is at the same time recording what has already happened... this might be taken by some as license to slack off, to know that somewhere, someone is doing it like I want to do it.

But that's not how I work.

Giraud wondered to Ari: is there identity? Will I remember?

I don't, really, have identity with anyone but my multiplicity of selves. I had identity with one of the Roses, for a while, but she drifted off; I tracked her into the

ectogenesis universe and left her there, as that was a place she could settle. It used to be that all she had was a different future than me. Now she has a different past, too...

If I wanted, I could "move in" with her. The process would likely involve extreme discomfort to those I love here, though; I'd go to sleep, and my body would remain alive, but with not very much, if anything, left inside. Her universe has a very bleak period that she lives through, in the near future. I know how her story winds up. Rather, I know how the universe gets left; she's got a Mission, and Hope, and she makes it through somehow, but it's not a pretty journey. That's the way she'd want it, though.

But I don't want her future. It holds no deep surprises for me.

...I know, that in one of the universes holding a similar version of me to this one, that I already have dated Darkside. That I never will date him. That I've never met him. That we were friends from childhood. That we are already married.

But this is the universe in which I have my selfish identity.

I don't care much about what happens in the rest of the universes; that's not really my affair to dictate, save for

rosalynde. I live in this one. And I want what I want in this one.

I do not have identity with the girl who's on the phone with Darkside now. I do not have identity with the one who's broken in the corner because he just dumped her. I do not have identity with the girl who's awake feeding their baby. I have identity with me. And I selfishly want him for mine, and for me to be his, in this universe.

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I share the same view with a lot of other people concerning reincarnation. I like to think that we just keep on coming back until we 'get it right'. (Whatever that may mean, perhaps fulfilling multiple purposes.) I also think that a heaven and hell exist, though not exactly the type that the bible describes. I believe that these two 'places' are on the same plane as we, just different dimensions. For me, it explains how spirits are possible, even though some people can only either see them, or feel them. I think that 'heaven' is whatever we color it, and 'hell' is just complete silence and loneliness. I change my mind practically everyday about these things. Today, this is my mood and view on it.
In any event, I pray to whatever that I come back as a guy in my next life. No makeup, cramps, and they get to stand to pee, among other things. *sigh*

I've seen me as a guy.

I realized I looked a lot like my father.

I'm not quite sure, but I don't think I'd look good as a man. Who knows? I bet if I was, I'd be well endowed. But then again, all men say they are anyways, so there you go.

On the other hand: no blue balls.

Oh, please. Let me get this right: you honestly think that it's painful for them to get aroused and then not get relief? Frustrating, sure. It's frustrating for *us*, too, to get close to climax and then not finish, but it's not *painful*. It's not painful for a guy, either, unless you physically *stop* him from climaxing. No such thing as blue balls.

That's something high school jocks tell teenage girls to try and get them to finish the job when they say 'no farther'.

I really like the way you think. :)

Hm.

I had never heard any discussion of it.

I do know that I, being female, can get aroused to the point of pain. It's frustrating and it HURTS!

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