Vicissitude

I say, �I know what it�s like to be male, female, young, old - and in between. I have been incredibly sickly, heartily healthy, known exultant joy and crushing misery. Every cultural idiosyncrasy is intimately familiar. Here in this timelessness, I touch everything that ever has or ever will happen! How did I forget the overwhelmingness of death?�

He says, �It is the way. We all forget. Some are built to hold the knowing, and some for weaving the fabric of the knowing we hold.�

I say, �This knowing, I cannot bear! Grant me that merciful forgetting of being born again!�