On Your Drive Home
On Your Drive Home egg stories

johnchang just a man discovering his superpowers
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Inspired by "The Egg" by Andy Weir, author of "The Martian"

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On Your Drive Home

by johnchang

Driving home one night..

Another car ran a red light..

You left behind a husband and two beautiful children

"What happened? Where am I?" You ask.

"You died," I reply. Why beat around the bush?

"There was a truck.. Skidding.. Oh God, it - it was real.."

"I'm afraid so.. but don't feel bad it happens to everyone."

Looking around. There is nothingness. Just you and me.

"What IS this place? Is this.. the afterlife??"

"More or less," I reply.

"Are you.. GOD??"

"Yup, that's me. God.. Yahweh.. Vishnu.."

"People seem to get hung up on titles - CEO, boss, mom, dad

.. husband, wife.."

"My kids.. my poor husband! Will they be alright?"

"Now THAT's what I'm talking about! You just died and..

All you can think about are your loved ones. Good stuff!"

You don't know what to make of me.

I don't fit that old dude in the sky image you imagined..

In fact, I remind you of your grade school teacher..

..or that older boy taking your hand when you were scared.

"Don't worry," I finally said. "They'll be fine."

"You'll forever be remembered as perfect by them."

"They didn't have time to grow sick of you."

"Sure, your husband will cry on the outside..

..but secretly be relieved.

Let's face it. Your marriage was falling apart."

"If it makes you feel better, he'll feel guilty..

..for having a sense of relief."

"Oh.." You say uncertainly. "So what happens now?"

"Do I go to heaven or hell?"

"Neither," I reply. "You're going back."

"So, the Hindus WERE right," you said.

"In a way each religion got part of the deal right," I reply

"Let's take a walk."

You hesitate for a second. "Where are we going?"

"Why? Got somewhere to be?" I ask with a chuckle. "Sorry..

..just a little God humor."

"It's just nice to walk and talk."

"So what's the point then?" You ask.

"I'm starting over? A blank slate.. like -"

"Nothing I did in this past life mattered.."

"NOT TRUE!" I bellow. "You have within you..

ALL the knowledge and experiences of your past lives."

"You just don't remember them."

You look confused. "Listen," I say more gently..

"Your soul is much bigger and more magnificent..

Than you can *ever* imagine. Your little human mind..

Can only handle the smallest fraction of what you truly are."

"It's like.. Sticking your finger into a glass of water..

To see if it's hot or cold."

"You do this hokey pokey with the tiniest part of yourself..

Then you come back out and bring all that stuff with you."

"Listen, you've been a human for the past 48 years..

It'll take you a while to stretch out and remember..

..the rest of your massive consciousness. Kinda like jet lag for the afterlife. "

But don't worry. It'll all come back to you..

If we hung out here longer.

But there's really no point in doing this between lives."

"Wait - how many times have I been.. been reincarnated?"

"Oh, lots - and into all kinds of lives."

"This time around you'll be a Chinese peasant boy in 540 AD.

"Wait, what?" you stammer. "You're sending me BACK in time?"

"Well, I guess, technically -

but time only exists in your universe."

"Things work a little differently..

..where I come from."

"Where DO you from?" You ask.

"Where do I come from? Hmm.. how to explain.."

"Let's just say somewhere else. Where there's others like me

"But that's not important right now - you wouldn't get it."

"Oh," you say a bit disappointed. "But wait, if I've been.."

"..reincarnated? You may have bumped into yourself.." I say.

"Sure, it happens all the time. And neither lives know it."

"So what's the point of it all?" you ask.

"Seriously?" I laugh. "You're asking me..

for the meaning of life?? Isn't that a bit cliche??

"Well, it's a reasonable question," you insist.

I sigh and continue..

"Fair enough - the meaning of life, the reason behind it all

Is for you to mature."

"You mean mankind - you mean for all of us to mature?"

"Nope - just you. I made all this just for you."

"With each life you grow and become a larger, greater intellect."

"Just me?" You ask stunned. "What.. About everyone else?"

"There is no one else. In all this universe there's just you

..and me, kid."

You stare blankly. "But all the people on earth.."

"All you. Different manifestations, but just you."

"Wait - I'm.. EVERYONE??"

"You got it."

"I'm every human being that ever lived??"

"Or ever will live," I add.

"Wait, I'm Abraham Lincoln?"

"And John Wilkes Booth," I point out.

"I'm.. Hitler," you say with horror. "I killed millions.."

"And Mother Theresa," I add with compassion.

"You also saved and healed millions."


"Every time you hurt someone, you were hurting yourself.

"Every act of kindness done for others, you do to yourself."

A lifetime passes in what seems like a moment..

"Why?" You ask. "Why do you do all this?"

I take a breath and patiently answer.

"Because someday, you will become just like me."

"Because that's what you are. You're one of us, my child."

"Whoa," you say clearly reeling. "I'm.. a god??"

"No," I chuckle. "Not yet. More like.. a work in progress."

"An embryo - still growing, still learning."

"Once you've lived every human life through the end of time.

Then you'll be ready - to be born."

"So the whole universe -" you begin.

"It's just an egg. Okay, time for your next life."

And I send you on your way.

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