Sunday, November 22, 2009
Resurrection
Buck turned to Jackie and said, “There’s one thing I really don’t understand, though.”
Jackie really liked Buck, but she wasn’t ever going to TELL him that. That would ruin it.
“You know,” Buck said, quizzically, “the trouble with theories of re-incarnation is that they require an infinite regress, and don't accommodate the idea of a beginning or an end. Like, I mean, when do souls come into being, when do they start… is it just a continuous recycling of souls, an infinitely revolving door?”
Surprised by the choice of topics her new friend had selected, Jackie continued driving the stolen Mercedes, musing to herself as she pulled up to Sunset Blvd, and then pointed the car in the direction of the beach, “I definitely kissed the right man, this time.”
Jackie really liked Buck, but she wasn’t ever going to TELL him that. That would ruin it.
“You know,” Buck said, quizzically, “the trouble with theories of re-incarnation is that they require an infinite regress, and don't accommodate the idea of a beginning or an end. Like, I mean, when do souls come into being, when do they start… is it just a continuous recycling of souls, an infinitely revolving door?”
Surprised by the choice of topics her new friend had selected, Jackie continued driving the stolen Mercedes, musing to herself as she pulled up to Sunset Blvd, and then pointed the car in the direction of the beach, “I definitely kissed the right man, this time.”
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