And so on.

As the world turns and my life progresses the more I become attuned to others who lived before me, had love and lost before me, who suffered before me. Who died before me. I feel the same pains and the same pleasures. Have the same worries and distractions. The same doubts and convictions. We repeat and repeat as the sun spits its hot light from its center to our eyes. And this is fine.

I have lived a thousand lives in rapid succession and died a thousand more in repetition. All the sights and sounds of the world have been heard by me. All the thoughts and secrets have been shared by me. I am here in the garden, I am there on the field. I am standing on a balcony on a snowy afternoon in Stuttgart, I am buried in the cemetery behind St. Luke's Cathedral. I'm flying over the Atlantic from Boston to Stockholm. Floating on a wave from Hong Kong to Sydney. There's a breath in my lungs filled with sand from the Sahara. Heat on my head from the humidity in the Amazon. A bite of rhubarb pie in my mouth homemade in Nottingham. A kiss on my cheek from a girl in Lisbon. A hand in my hand on the streets of Moscow. A love in my heart for the people before me. A hate in my soul for the darkness in us all.

Through them I am, through me they are. The connection isn't seen, it is felt. I can feel it in every word I read, every thing I write, every thought I think, every voice I speak. I feel it.

We are one, we are no one. I am everyone, I am no one.

The lives of the past live inside me, and I will live on in the future self.