BUNDEADLY!

I was born 7 times.

I was born 8 times.

I was born 9 times.

I will keep being born until the end of time.

I will be born every day.

I will be born every second.

I will be reborn until “re-” has no associated meaning any more, until the English language has expired, until humans communicate exclusively through telepathy and emotions, and words, noises, images, colours, and tactile feelings have no meaning anymore.

I will be reborn until every one of us has been reborn as well. Each of us. Each of us.

We won’t even remember what birth and rebirth are. Like the culturally agreed-upon acts of washing behind your ears, or holding open the door for someone carrying a large delivery, we will be born and reborn like we don’t know what it means.

Much like it is now. Do you remember your birth? Did you stop to think about whose image you were being created in, before you graced this world with its presence again? Did you comprehend the weight of the population jumping up, from 504,686 o