"You see, that's the trouble with this reincarnation business," she suddenly introjected. "People think reincarnation happens at the time of birth. Not so. Just because a person is given a new 'human suit' doesn't mean they're truly awake to it. And so, at least for now, we don't have a science that can measure when a reincarnation happens. You can live on for years and years in a body, unaware, and then, right smack-dab in the middle of a life that's already half-way along its course, poof! Here you are. You aren't who you think you are and you're here for reasons you don't yet fully comprehend."

--Kuma-sensei


Four decades leaning forward.

Skin stretching over bone.

Following a message that was planted long ago.

 

A drowsy lion chasing after mirages...until a cold and misty New Year night.

I’m sure I appeared to be a man climbing out of the wreckage.

I was a newborn emerging from a womb.


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