As far back as I can remember I thought reincarnation was the craziest, most bizarre notion anyone could subscribe to. But as I began to ponder spiritual truths I had learned in early childhood, such as the allness of God and the nothingness of matter, I surmised that incarnation into that which has no existence was equally suspicious if not downright weird. Therefore suffice it to say to the extent that I give into world hysteria and its concomitant love affair with material life, I must accept its love-child, reincarnation, with all its variegated knots and snarls and on some level entirely predictable so-called life.