Saturday, June 17, 2017
The Essence of Being
I got into a rather metaphysical conversation with my oldest son the other day. I forget how the subject came up; but I said that I wished I had finished college before getting married. It would have been a lot easier when my parents were paying for it, and I didn't have family responsibilities, than it was when I went back to school a lot later. And it certainly would have made things easier financially for us. He said, rather anguished, "But Mom, I wouldn't exist if you had done it that way!" I said, "Of course you would. We would have had kids, it just would have been delayed a bit." Said my son, "You don't understand. That kid that you eventually got around to having wouldn't be me. He or she would have been my alternative reality sibling." I quickly reassured him that of course, if that were the case, I don't regret anything, I was totally glad I had him. My theory had been that if the timing of our conceptions had been different, we would still be the same souls, but in a different body. My son might have been a short blonde male, rather than a tall dark haired one. He said, "I don't think so, Mom. I think my one chance for existence was the time it actually happened. I don't think bodies and souls are interchangeable units, they happen together." Gave me food for thought. And a headache. And I have decided that I have no regrets; the butterfly effect and all that.