who were we before we were born? i think when we dream we can transmigrate. flying dreams, our souls traveling. i forget a minute ago. i have to look at the diary and i rarely do. just keep on going. yesterday was hard but then there was probably trauma before this life, it didn't begin with this. my body remembers things i don't. ecstasy as well as trauma. the diary of the body so vast, stars and rivers, flying over cities, before cities were born everywhere, when trees were giants, not men with powerful disease, when our migration was by the soul compassing, not forced. what chanced was not accident, we migrated freely and purposively like the birds following trails here from the depths of the sky, our forgetting as deep and light as the sky.