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11I Am Again

Tuesday December₁₄ 2010 · ‹Personal› · 2725 Views

Granted I did not know how to think nor how to speak a language, I remember vaguely when I was born. I was “thinking” in no particular language:

This must be the realization of existence itself. I felt that I found light in an infinite long and lasting darkness.

This must be the reflection on the fact that I am a conscious being, and that I am conscious of being conscious.

This is the recognition of a history, a distant memory, that this is a reoccurring thing, like everything in nature.

You can think whatever you want about reincarnation, but these are the first memories of my life. What are yours?

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