Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Wednesday, July 05, 2000

I figured maybe someone might care what I was in a past life (see entry below). I found it interesting anyway:

"...you were female in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere around territory of modern West Russia approximately on 450. Your profession was librarian, priest, keeper of tribal relics.

Your brief psychological profile in that past life:
Seeker of truth and wisdom. You could have seen your future lives. Others perceived you as an idealist illuminating path to future.

Lesson, that your last past life brought to present:
You fulfill your lesson by helping old folks and children. You came to that life to learn to care about weak and helpless."

Care for the weak and helpless? Children?? Get me out of here! No children for me! It's frequently been stated that I have a negative amount of maternal instinct. As for old folks, I can't say they've been a huge factor in my life to date. Maybe this will all change. Maybe I will become a gooing mother of six and work in a nursing home. The thought fills me with trepidation, not to mention nausea.

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