THE EGG BY ANDY WEAR

A SHORT BUT BRILLIANT STORY THAT WILL MAKE YOU THINK DEEPLY…

He was on his way home when he had a car accident. Nothing special, but the crash was fatal. He left behind a wife and two children. It was a painful death. The doctors did everything in their power, but it didn't work. Your body was so broken, it was better that it didn't work out - trust me. And here you met me.

• “But what… what happened?” He asked. "Where am I?"

• "You died," I explained to you, without unnecessary rambling.

• "There was a… truck, he served and…"

• “Yes,” I confirmed.

• "I… I'm dead?"

• “Um, but don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

• He looked around. Nothing but you and me. “What is this place?” he asked. "Is this life after death?"

• "Something like that," I replied.

• “Are you God?” you asked.

• "Mah," I answered you, "I am God."

• “My children…my wife,” you said.

• "What about them?"

• "Will they be okay?"

• "That's what I like to hear," I said. “He just died and you're worried about your family. It's a good thing here."

He looked at me in astonishment. I didn't look like God to you at all. I looked more like a man. Or maybe a woman. Perhaps some obscure authority. More like a grammar teacher than the almighty.

• “Don't worry,” I said. “They'll be fine. Children will remember you as the perfect father. They didn't have time to develop contempt for you. Your wife will cry outwardly, but inwardly she will be secretly relieved. Let's be honest, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty that she's relieved you're dead.''

• “Ow,” you said. "What follows next? Will I go to heaven or hell, somewhere…?'

• “Nothing of the sort,” I said. "You will be reborn."

• “Ah,” you exclaimed. "So the Hindus were right."

• "All religions are right in their own way," I said. "Come with me."

• And you followed me, we walked together through nowhere. He asked me "Where are we going?"

• “Nowhere really,” I said. "It's just nice to walk while talking."

• “What's the point then?” You asked again. “When I'm reborn I'll be a blank canvas, right? Baby. All my experiences and experiences, all that I have done in past lives. Won't it matter?”

• “Not exactly!” I corrected you. "You have within you all the experience and knowledge of your previous lives. You just don't remember them right now.” I stopped walking and grabbed your shoulders. "Your soul is far more magnificent, beautiful and vast than you can imagine. The human mind can only hold a fraction of what you really are. It is like dipping your finger in a glass of water to find out whether it is cold or warm. You put a little part of yourself into the court, and when you take it back to you, you gain all the experience it brings. You have spent the last 48 years as a human being and you have not yet fully expanded to experience the other vast part of your consciousness. If you stay here long enough, you'll start to remember everything. But there's no point in doing that between different lives.''

• "How many times have I been born then?"

• “Oh, a lot. Countless. And in many different lives.” I explained. "This time you will be a Chinese village girl in 540 AD."

• “Wait, what?” you stammered. "You're sending me back in time?"

• “Well, technically, yes. But time as you know it exists only in your reality. Where I come from, things are different.”

• “Where are you from then?” you asked.

• Oh sure,” I explained to you “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me out there. I know you want to know what's in there, but let's be honest, you couldn't.'

• “Oh…,” you said, disappointed. “But wait. If I am reborn in different places at different times, I might meet myself at some point.”

• "Of course. It happens all the time. But in both lives you are only aware of your own life line, and you do not understand what is happening.

• "Then what's the point of all this?"

• “Seriously?” I asked. “Really? You're asking me about the meaning of life? Isn't it a little worn already?

• “I think that's a reasonable question,” you insisted.

• I looked you in the eye and told you. "The whole reason I created this Universe is so you can mature."

• “You mean humanity? You want us humans to grow up?'

• “No, just you. I did all this for you. With each life you live, you become a greater and greater intellect.”

• "Just for me? What about everyone else?'

• "There is no one else," I said "There is only Me and You in this Universe."

• He stared blankly at me and said. "Well… all the people on Earth…"

• "Only you. Different incarnations of you.'

• “Wait. I'm everyone!?'

• “Now you get it,” I said, with an encouraging pat on the back.

• "Am I every human being that ever lived?"

• "Or who shall ever live, yea."

• "Am I Abraham Lincoln?"

• "John Wilkes Booth, too," I added. // John Booth - the assassin of Abraham Lincoln //

• “I'm Hitler?” You said in amazement.

• "You are also the millions of people he killed."

• "Am I Jesus too?"

• "… and all who followed him."

He was speechless for a while.

• “Every time you sacrificed someone,” I explained, “you were actually sacrificing yourself. Every kind gesture you made, you made for yourself. Every happy or sad moment, past or future, is actually you.”

Think for a long time.

• “But why?” You asked. "Why are you doing all this?"

• “Because one day you will become like me. Because that's what you are – one like me, my child.”

• “Wow,” you exclaimed in amazement. "You mean I'm God?"

• "No, not yet. You're born. You're still growing. When you have lived every human life through eternity, you will be old enough to be born.”

• "So you're saying the whole universe is just..."

• “Egg.” I finished. “And now it's time for you to start your new life.” And I sent you on your way…