Reincarnation Blues

by Michael Poore

It was yesterday, or it was a thousand years ago. There wasn’t really a difference. Time was a swamp inside a giant washing machine.

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“The trouble with problem solving,” Aldrin often complained, “is that too many people are making money off the problems.”

That was the first thing about learning anything worthwhile; you had to have patience. You had to know that if you tried to do a thing a thousand times, you could usually succeed in doing it, and if you practiced that thing a million times, you could do it very well. And so on. Mastering a thing was not magic, just hard work.

“Listen,” said the Master, coughing. “Don’t search the ends of the Earth looking for your happiness. Perfection is being happy with what you are right now.” “What if you’re an asshole?” someone called. The Master offered a weak smile. “I doubt very much,” he said, “that many happy people are assholes.”