Back at Cosmo Street, when St. Mike uttered those now-infamous words, “Why are you here?”, newcomers would brighten up, and old-timers would groan, “Not again.”, and that’s where they were wrong.
Of course, again.
Repetition is the key to the mysteries. Only when the initial novelty has worn off can one actually penetrate into any order of knowledge.
In short, you gotta do it a million times just to get the rhythm.
Why you are here is not a casual question, nor is it all-inclusive. In that particular case, it meant, “Why are you on Earth in a human incarnation?”
You should have some idea of what you’re trying to do with your lifetime, other than just spend it on vacation, on a continual quest for absence of pain and persistence of pleasure.
Basically, that’s what a paramecium does all day long. Continue reading