" Jack Ryan: Collaping the memory"
Date: xxx
I'm no scientist. That isnt to say I dont deem myself intelligent. But, the position that I am stuck in recently is one of significance to discovery. It seems that I am remembering other lives, not in a reincarnated type manner but more of a "parrallel to" one. As if I am a tape of film being ran over and over; and each film of me is somewhat similar, yet all together different. I have died, i have killed. I've been slave and a master. A Man and...
and yet, here I am. It seems the echoes of other lives are but memories and the body that one currently occupy projects them. I have no options of interacting with these lives. I am simply the spectator of a view of interlocking events , showing that I was designed to work with for a larger picture. As though I were a cog in a machine building life. It makes me feel both incredibly large while letting me know that I am infinitesimally small. It's strange holding so much in, both feelings and knowledge.
