Death

I think of death as a 'hiccup', a bump in the road onto your next life. I know that doesn't fit in well with my Catholic upbringing but I was a different person then.

How many times do you meet someone for the first time and feel like you've known them before? That happened to me several times today, and being as I live in NJ but had this experience in NC (a state I've visited only twice before in this life: once on a trip to Busch Gardens many years ago and once on an airport layover), there has to be another explanation.

Maybe these people look like someone else I already know. I don't know. But it has to be comforting to think there's something else 'out there'.