–The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.–
I have often wondered where I came from.
I have no children. I am fifty.
I wonder when I peer back – to see where I come from – back through my mother and father, back through their mothers and fathers, back, back, so many times and yet – I am still there, some piece of me, connected to me here, back to the first man and the first woman – if I am wrong not to have a child.
I am African. I am my parents only son. I have sisters but none of us have children.
Does the line stop here?
I look forward, through time…am I there? Have I cut my father off? My mother?
I am homosexual. Shall I leave a piece of me at the hospital with a note and some money and ask when I die, that they put it into a woman who can bear me a child?
Shall I look for her before I die and become friends?
Or – have I been here before…a spirit in flesh, who does not know where he has come from, or where he is going….but has been here many times before and will come again…and again…