I'm inclined to believe there's something like this going on. There aren't a lot of dead ends in natural phenomena. Things transform and change, but they usually don't just cease to exist.
As an idea to consider, it also provides an interesting perspective, like the apparently meaningless circumstances and events of my life actually having some significance, maybe some purpose that isn't superficially obvious.
I guess I can develop my own belief system. That's where belief systems come from anyway.
There's the species question. Would we be limited to coming back as humans, and is that all there is in our background? That seems unlikely to me. The phenomenon that animates other living things seems to have much in common with the phenomenon that makes me alive.
I got to watch a packrat in the workshop yesterday. Watching me cautiously, he dared to come out and go exploring. They don't look like rats, more like a squirrel that lives indoors.
Incredibly athletic, he jumped from shelf top to shelf top, hiding, then cautiously emerging again. They tap a foot on the floor in rhythm when they're scared or interested in something. If you listen close, you sometimes hear it.
I see the evidence of his obsession everyday. He collects shiny things: nails, small tools, steel electric box covers, anything shiny, and gathers them in one spot on the workshop floor. Each day, things disappear from the collection and new things are added.
I think it would be fun to spend a lifetime as a packrat, despite the many predators that give life an edge and provide context, like the picture frame around a painting that guides the eye to the beauty.
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They murdered boys in Mississippi. They shot Medgar in the back.
Did you say that wasn't proper? Did you march out on the track?
You were quiet, just like mice. And now you say that we're not nice.
Well thank you buddy for your advice...
-Malvina