The Egg, by Andy Weir

The Egg, by Andy Weir

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’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for 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 will 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 your 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 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’re 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?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re 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.

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Read more about Andy Weir here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Egg_(short_story)

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You are not alone

You are not alone

This week has been a bit of a strange one for me… but I definitely learned something from it all:

I am not alone. 

On Monday, I had lunch with a friend who I hadn’t seen for quite some time. He told me he had been fired from his job – he has a little family to support.

Then on Monday afternoon, a guy who seemed interested in me, and who I actually like in return (it’s difficult – I am picky but Luxembourg has a shallow puddle of available men), told me that he “just wants a bit of fun”. It kind of crushed me – which is why I bring it up now.

Monday evening I was told a friend of mine would need to terminate her child for medical reasons. Just awful. Especially as my sister just had her baby and I know how she feels about the little bundle of joy.

Then on Tuesday I had lunch with a friend who is also an ex colleague. She was telling me how sad she is, how every time she sees her friends with their kids, she gets jealous – and how she hates feeling that way. She is almost 40 and has always wanted a little family. She has really bad panic attacks when she thinks about how she hasn’t got her little family yet, and how time is running out for her.

On Tuesday evening I met a friend who had recently “mutually split up” from his girlfriend. He told me that the most difficult thing is the fact that he is now alone. He misses touch and conversation.

Well, I have news for every one of them…

YOU ARE NOT ALONE

I also recently saw this post on Facebook:

Illustrations for the exchange of secrets

While reading through the various secrets of each of the artists models, I realised that we are inherently all suffering to some degree or another.

We all believe at these moments that we are alone… to some extent, we are, right in that moment we feel it. However, there are so many others out there who share the same feelings and self-awareness as we do, but we just never realise it, because there is a stigma about talking of such things.

We are depressed.

We are guilty.

We are human.

We all go through the motions.

And we are definitely not alone.

Just remember that the next time you feel out of sync with the rest of the world – it’s how I learned to cope in some of my own darkest moments.

Have a cry, get it all out, then remember – you are the only person you should worry about judging you. You can’t stop what others think about you, so forget them.

If something really sinister has happened to you, find help and the support you need – do not take comfort in your home, closing the curtains and allowing no one in. The hardest thing is to open up – but once you do, you surely wouldn’t regret it.

Good luck folks!

Jojo x

 

 

Written content is © All rights are reserved. August 2017.

Ode to Sinead and Jake

When you told me you were getting married, 

I smiled in disbelief… 

after all these years?!

I’m sure that even your parents felt some relief.

You two aren’t a typical whirlwind romance, 

But rather, slow burners – 

giving your love a real chance.

I didn’t imagine either of you as the “fairytale wedding” types

But a girl usually has just one chance

to get this whole wedding shebang just right!

So why not a castle with its own lake, 

bridesmaids, archways of hydrangeas,

and an hundred or so guests?!

You look stunning, my darling – 

And it’s not just that beautiful dress! 

So while Jake may not be your typical groom 

– minus best man, incessant nausea,

 and with a pending air of “doom” – 

he’s the luckiest man now that he’s stood next to you.

For those of you who have experienced love and marriage,

I hope Sinead and Jake remind you of the vows you once spoke, 

Facing each other, eye to eye

Committing yourselves to one another

In sickness, health, and love – for life. 

The depth of these vows to each other

They are sacred, and are blessings

– though same may say along the line, 

also a curse! 

But I reckon losing love, or never finding it, could be worse.

You’ve given us joy, and hope – and a dreamy sense of wonder…

That shows us just how much you mean to each other.

And at the end of the day, 

all us single people still really believe, 

That one day we might ourselves take centre stage 

in just as beautiful a ceremony of love

As we’ve all been witness to today.

 

 

A poem written for a good friend and her husband, and gifted to them on their wedding day. I just hope they really love it – it took me months of writing and editing to get it to this standard, and I really enjoyed working on it! 🙂

Written content is © All rights are reserved. May 2017.

REBLOG: When actions speak louder than words…

When I first started working in Luxembourg, one of the top Managing Partners of a law firm gave me a piece of advice: “I operate with one rule, if you don’t want something to end up on the front page of a paper, then don’t do it”.

While it sounded alright, at the time it seemed a bit much – I was from London and I wasn’t used to the size of the market. He was a Partner at a tier one law firm and I thought it was probably more key for someone with that position; after all, in London…

The blog post continues here: http://fundspartnership.com/why-actions-speak-louder-than-words/

Family, life, and everything after

Love is a funny thing;

It lightens your soul

and brings you firmly back to ground.

It lifts your spirits,

And makes you want more…

It fills your heart, your essence, your being

And in the next instant it can turn so ugly,

So poor…

An afterthought, 

as communication breaks down

And once accepted contentment

becomes a bore.

But highs and lows are what life’s all about

And love is a round circle that never ends – 

not really,

not deep down.

Love springs from birth,

from a chance meeting, 

from school

or from general drinking –

If it’s worth it,

it’s love, never ending.

Whether family, friends or companion, 

love begets love, 

and the world keeps turning.

DNA journeys – and how we are all connected

On the subject of “we are one“, this video clip made me well up – we really are all immigrants, and there is no better way to prove it than through DNA test analysis.

Please take a moment to appreciate this truly beautiful insight into human DNA and migration across our little planet called Earth.

When Strangers Meet

#onelove #peace #weareone

We are one

There is a lot going on in the world right now – especially the bad and the ugly… but there are also beautiful moments too. This video by TV2 Denmark truly reinforces the message that we are not alone, that despite our backgrounds, or what we do for a living now, we connect on so many more levels than first meets the eye.

Thank you once again, Denmark.

#onelove #weareone