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“One of my favorite movies, Groundhog Day, illustrates very well our position as human beings on this planet. The insight we gain from the infinite life perspective is that we have infinite time in which to get things done, just as Bill Murray’s character realizes when he keeps waking up to the same day over and over again in the film.”

—Robert Thurman, from Infinite Life

Even my seven-year-old son understands déjà vu, which means it’s real. So let’s stop pushing the notion that time moves forward, or that it even exists.

But what would we do without time? Too hard. Forget it. Let’s just teach our kids how to do this thing we already know how to do. That we are so damn good at. Being ourselves.

Let’s show them pictures of older kids who made it through. Let’s show them a yearbook. Clubs and proms and inseparable friends.

My daughter said, “Mom, you should make a book of your dreams.”
I said, “Oh my God, that would bore everyone to death. There’s nothing duller than another person’s dream.”
And she said, “I would read a book of your dreams.”

Because that is why we have children.

Getting back to déjà vu, if there is only one moment, as I suspect there is, I’d like to not talk during mine.

There’s only one moment.

Stop with the aimless chattering
Stop with the aimless chattering

Let’s concede that shutting up is a good thing.

Just climb out of your eternal moment like a cicada.
But expect a little shrieking. That’s what cicadas do. They shriek in trees.
Then, after the shrieking, stop talking nonsense.

I climb out of my shell and I look around.

The rain has stopped.
I got a parking ticket.

If I don’t talk, I don’t have to be myself.

One moment.
One moment.
Wait! Gwen Stefani! I have something to say about her.

What is it?
Just this: She’s got to be around forty.