Yes. It is true. The story I am about to tell
you will be probably one of THE BEST short stories you’ll read in your life. I
have no doubt about that.
Also, this story will blow your mind to a
whole new level, it will ascend your thinking and you will never think of life
in the same way again.
How I know this?
Well..
I’ll let you read it right now and you let me
know if I’m wrong, ok?
Ok.
THE EGG
YOU HAVE DIED.
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident, nothing particularly
remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It
was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you but to no avail. Your
body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What.. What happened?” You asked. “Where am
I?”
“You died” I said, matter-of-factly. No point
in mincing words.
“There was a.. a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup.” I said.
“I.. I died?”
“Yup, but don’t feel bad about it. Everyone
dies.” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness.
Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less.” I said.
“Are you God?” You asked.
“Yup.” I replied. “I am God.”
“My kids.. my wife,” You said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be alright?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “..you
just died and your main concern is your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
YOU LOOKED AT ME WITH FASCINATION.
To you I didn’t look like God. I just looked
like some man or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of
a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry.” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your
kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow
contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but be secretly relieved.
To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll
feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” You said. “.. so what happens now? Do I
go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither.” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” You said. “.. So the Hindus were
right.”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I
said. “.. walk with me.”
YOU FOLLOWED ALONG AS WE STRODE THROUGH THE
VOID.
“Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “.. It’s
just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When
I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences
and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all
the knowledge and experiences of all past lives. You just don’t remember them
right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the
shoulders.
“Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful,
and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a
tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of
water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the
vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it
had.”
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48
years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense
consciousness. If we hung out here for a long enough, you’d start remembering
everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated,
then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of
different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl
in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending
me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know
it, only exists in your Universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained. “.. I come from
somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to
know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “.. but
wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted
with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both
lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You are
asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” You
persisted.
I LOOKED YOU IN THE EYE.
“The meaning of life, the reason I made this
Whole Universe, is for YOU to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just YOU. I made this Whole Universe for
YOU. With each new life YOU grow and mature and become a larger and greater
intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “.. in This
Universe, there’s just YOU and ME.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people
on Earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of YOU.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a
congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you are the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said,
“.. You were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve
done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was,
or will be, experienced by YOU.”
YOU THOUGHT FOR A LONG TIME.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, YOU will become like me.
Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m
a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still
growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have
grown enough to be born.”
“So the Whole Universe,” You said, “.. it’s
just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you
to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
By: Andy Weir
CONCLUSION
The feeling you feel right now like you are
levitating over yourself that’s your mind being blown. Elevated. You’ve
Ascended to a whole new level.
I wish you have a mirror right now to see
your face.
And yes, it is inevitable to think about this
when you meet someone else.
You will start questioning yourself “Can my
mother, or my brother, my kid, my wife, my best friend, all be me?” You’ll
think of this when you talk with them.
You’ll start questioning even more, “Can this
sexy waitress, or Leonardo DiCaprio, or Ghandi, all those terrorists,
politicians, soldiers who died in wars, my boss.. could all of them be really
ME?”
But that’s ok.
Question. Question everything and everyone.
Start seeing The Universe through this prism.
Start seeing The World and everyone in it with this eye.
Imagine if we all saw each other like this.
As one.
So what if this is just a story, it’s the
story we believe in that matters. And maybe it’s time to change the story and
accept new one. A story which will make The World a better place.
It’s not which story is true. ALL OF THEM
ARE.
It’s which story makes YOU a better person. A GOD.
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