Be that as it may, I got to thinking of Lincoln specifically for some reason the other day. I’ve been to his massive tomb in Springfield. I felt profound discomfort. I don’t know why. There was an energy there I didn’t like.
But it occurred to me that, as well as we understand these things, he has likely reincarnated by now. Who would he be? This, to me, is an interesting question. You’ve been to the “top”. You’ve been beset by care, woe, loss, grief, and unrelenting stress.
Why not be a farmer in Iowa? Marry a cute local girl, raise a couple kids, one of whom becomes a doctor, and the other a businessperson of some sort?
Who knows: maybe Billy Bob Thornton really is the reincarnation of Benjamin Franklin, as I read he thinks he is, and maybe Patton really was the reincarnation of Alexander the Great, as I seem to recall reading he thought he was.
I say this in many ways, but perhaps, just perhaps, the world is VASTLY more interesting than our present day Dismalists deem it to be.
Truth has a tendency of hanging just out of reach, and telling you to go fuck yourself. This is perhaps its most charming characteristic.