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!”