Rebirth
Why Stupid Anew

Why are we born so much dumber than when we died — hours earlier
Okay, you die. You’re a professor of History. For the last thirty years you’ve honed in on and specialized in ancient Egypt and Greece. There’s not a thing about Plato or Plotinus or Alexander or Pythagoras or Aristotle that you don’t know. They come to you for answers. From all corners of the world. You’re a graying, walking encyclopedia, nothing short of brilliant. Everybody agrees.
And now you die. Heart attack, perhaps. Stroke. Who knows, but you’re dead.
And off you go, traversing Bardo as best as you can and then, after nine comfortable (albeit a little cramped) months, there’s daylight again, and someone (a nurse) smacks you bottom and you wail and now it’s life all over again.
And you’ve forgotten Greek.
And you can’t remember how to talk.
You can’t even remember exiting.
You can’t even remember how to think.
You can’t even remember remembering.
You can’t even think.
Which begs the question: does the gestation period dumb us down completely?
Well, it’s not really a question. It’s a statement: The gestation period dumbs us down, completely. Effectively. Droolingly. Gaga, googoo’ingly.
For the history professor didn’t vanish. He’s been stomping about Samsara for beginningless eons (as the Buddhists like to put it), and he’s still around, but exceedingly stupid and utterly helpless in this new diaper-enhanced, breast-fed day-by-day gaga-googoo-existence.
So, what happened?
Wouldn’t you like to know?
I certainly would.
© Wolfstuff






