AIDAN
Do you believe in ... uhm, whatchcallit?
When you die and come back?
Evie
Reincarnation?
Aidan
Reincarnation, yeah.
Evie
I’m not into Eastern stuff.
Not really. Do you?
Aidan
Well, not the hindu thing,
where you keep going up and down
the ladder based on performance
-– worm to dog to human
and back again if you screw up.
I mean, what did the worm do to
get to be a dog?
Evie
You’re right, that’s hard to swallow.
You really think about these things?
Aidan
Well, not all that much, you know.
I’m really a live for today kind of guy.
Evie
Yeah, me too, I guess.
I mean, it would be nice to
believe in some kind of future.
Aidan
Sure.
But how can souls keep recycling?
There’s billions more people
living than ever before.
So where did all the new souls come from?
Evie
Exactly.
Aidan
But there is this theory.
Evie
Who’s theory?
Aidan
I don’t know.
I heard about it somewhere.
What really happened is that
when the first people died,
they had huge souls see,
and when they died,
their souls split apart into pieces.
And the next generation got only a piece of a soul.
Evie
Oh, that’s a funny thought.
So, when you meet someone
and you fall in love ...
Aidan
It’s really because you each
have a small piece ...
Evie
Of the same soul?
And something inside of you,
what, senses that?
Aidan
Yeah, that’s why it’s hard to see, sometimes.
Evie
But wouldn’t there be a lot of people
living who have a piece of the same soul?
Aidan
Well, sure, but they might be
spread all over the world.
Maybe one is in Tibet,
and another in Africa or Iceland.
You’d probably never meet them.
Evie
But some people fall in love
more than once.
It doesn’t seem likely that
you’d run across more than one part
of your soul during your life.
Aidan
That’s what I think.
So, I guess you can fall in love
with somebody who doesn’t share your soul.
Evie
Maybe that’s why it fades so fast.
Aidan
But if you do find someone who does,
you don’t throw that away
cause its as perfect as its ever going to be.
Evie
I didn’t know you were such a romantic.
Aidan
I’m not. I’m only saying.
Evie
But you are. More than I am.
Aidan
That’s okay.
Evie
But what if you have to leave
your soulmate ‘cause, I don’t know,
say you’re not ready.
Aidan
Well, that’s what’s so great about this idea.
There’s another chance out there somewhere.
More soulmates.
Evie
Pretty risky, though.
Aidan
Life is risk.
Evie
I don’t know.
Aidan
Look, let’s say we’re soulmates.
Evie
What? You and me?
Aidan
Yeah. Just what if.
Evie
Ok. What if.
Aidan
And we don’t connect.
We fly by and zoom off like ...
Evie
Planets?
Aidan
Comets, yeah.
Evie
Okay. In separate ...
Aidan
Directions, yeah.
Evie
That would be ...
Aidan
Sad?
Evie
Sad.
Aidan
But not really a disaster.
If there is a you,
then there must be another you out there.
Evie
And a you?
Aidan
Sure. I don’t think I’m all that unique.
Evie
I never met anyone like you.
Fin
Do you believe in ... uhm, whatchcallit?
When you die and come back?
Evie
Reincarnation?
Aidan
Reincarnation, yeah.
Evie
I’m not into Eastern stuff.
Not really. Do you?
Aidan
Well, not the hindu thing,
where you keep going up and down
the ladder based on performance
-– worm to dog to human
and back again if you screw up.
I mean, what did the worm do to
get to be a dog?
Evie
You’re right, that’s hard to swallow.
You really think about these things?
Aidan
Well, not all that much, you know.
I’m really a live for today kind of guy.
Evie
Yeah, me too, I guess.
I mean, it would be nice to
believe in some kind of future.
Aidan
Sure.
But how can souls keep recycling?
There’s billions more people
living than ever before.
So where did all the new souls come from?
Evie
Exactly.
Aidan
But there is this theory.
Evie
Who’s theory?
Aidan
I don’t know.
I heard about it somewhere.
What really happened is that
when the first people died,
they had huge souls see,
and when they died,
their souls split apart into pieces.
And the next generation got only a piece of a soul.
Evie
Oh, that’s a funny thought.
So, when you meet someone
and you fall in love ...
Aidan
It’s really because you each
have a small piece ...
Evie
Of the same soul?
And something inside of you,
what, senses that?
Aidan
Yeah, that’s why it’s hard to see, sometimes.
Evie
But wouldn’t there be a lot of people
living who have a piece of the same soul?
Aidan
Well, sure, but they might be
spread all over the world.
Maybe one is in Tibet,
and another in Africa or Iceland.
You’d probably never meet them.
Evie
But some people fall in love
more than once.
It doesn’t seem likely that
you’d run across more than one part
of your soul during your life.
Aidan
That’s what I think.
So, I guess you can fall in love
with somebody who doesn’t share your soul.
Evie
Maybe that’s why it fades so fast.
Aidan
But if you do find someone who does,
you don’t throw that away
cause its as perfect as its ever going to be.
Evie
I didn’t know you were such a romantic.
Aidan
I’m not. I’m only saying.
Evie
But you are. More than I am.
Aidan
That’s okay.
Evie
But what if you have to leave
your soulmate ‘cause, I don’t know,
say you’re not ready.
Aidan
Well, that’s what’s so great about this idea.
There’s another chance out there somewhere.
More soulmates.
Evie
Pretty risky, though.
Aidan
Life is risk.
Evie
I don’t know.
Aidan
Look, let’s say we’re soulmates.
Evie
What? You and me?
Aidan
Yeah. Just what if.
Evie
Ok. What if.
Aidan
And we don’t connect.
We fly by and zoom off like ...
Evie
Planets?
Aidan
Comets, yeah.
Evie
Okay. In separate ...
Aidan
Directions, yeah.
Evie
That would be ...
Aidan
Sad?
Evie
Sad.
Aidan
But not really a disaster.
If there is a you,
then there must be another you out there.
Evie
And a you?
Aidan
Sure. I don’t think I’m all that unique.
Evie
I never met anyone like you.
Fin
7 comments:
Interesting... A take-off from Cabbalah where initially there was one big universal soul, or the spiritual spheres. And...there is a lot of room for debate here. The original soul was split into gazillions of shards, so no matter what piece of your soul you meet, it will still be a part of your soul. It's only if you are interested in meeting a COMPLETE final version that will put all the puzzle pieces in place, that's when you can't see anyone as your soulmate...sigh....
Irina, you're onto something big. I'm intrigued by stabs at rationalizing the irrational. Love should be more than a strategy, shouldn't it? Chemical? hormonal? situational? A matter of timing? Or is it the one chance to come close to the center of the universe?
Mort,
The so called "rational" is a concept, do you agree? As is "perfection," "flaw" - they are all our constructs operating in our, human, and, therefore, limited context. Knowing our limitations, we have to pretend that there aren't any. Love, like law, or astrology, or religion, has its own context and a language all its own. As the one who practices law, you must have been made aware a long time ago of the fact that legal context makes legal language intelligible and, yes, "rational." And yet, if one looks from the outside in on the workings of the law, one finds it to be just as irrational an enterprise as many others...like love:) So, we create our own context and our own language for love where our own laws apply. Ah, it's such a long story:) Or, as they say in Hebrew, "ze sipur arokh..." To me, at this particular moment of thought or belief, love is about recognition. Recognizing another human soul as a complementary shard of one's own, and a part of the initial infinite crystal. It's like identifying with a poem, or a scene in a film. Oh, I recognize that! Except it's not the boring, the known, even if its familiar. It's like coming home. So... I don't know if the Universe has a center, but maybe it's like touching one of its essential ingredients and resonating with it.
Irina, I used to build a wall between concepts like "Law" and "Love", separated by my perception that one sought "Truth" by reason while the other required faith. But looking back, I admit I have been more a romantic than a realist in both. Yet, in the end, I suspect that neither reason nor faith controls. Rather, it is chance, luck, or whatever you want to call the uncontollable and unpredictable chaotic variables that determine the outcome of law, love or any other optiminstic endeavor.
Mort,
You realized you were "more a romantic than a realist," and that's a realization when one becomes aware of the artifice that the necessary compartmentalization imposes. A surgeon needs to separate himself from his patient's pain, otherwise he won't be able to operate. So it is with law, I imagine. No? And I don't mean the defendant's pain, I mean the general condition of the temporarily necessary compartmentalization. I guess when you speak of what has the ultimate "control" you mean the outcome and its dependence on certain hidden truths, hidden forces that are inaccessible to us. So, I also gather that for you the subject of the outcome is not a separate subject, because you want the justice to be done on the basis of truth...except that truth eludes us...the hidden truth, that is, in which I believe. And yet, we must do our best...don't we?
Irina, If you've read some of my other posts in Borenstein's Law, you know that my view of life, based on my experience in law and love, is that the outcome is often capricious. Truths like "irony" & "uninteded consequences" prove that good intentions are no guarantee. My flaw was that the detachment I needed to survive my profession seeped into my life at great cost. That "Truth" was "hidden frome me" for too long. My irony was that I learned "the art of losing" too well and the art of loving too late.
Mort, you say, "My irony was that I learned "the art of losing" too well and the art of loving too late." Don't we all? That's what I am compelled to say, but I understand (I think, but cannot possibly claim complete understanding of anything) how big the meaning is for you. It's all a matter of degree.
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