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Show Inside Out, 90 This place is amazingly big. Because there's all of space to fill up all the time. I guess I can't really explain what that means. But lots of people-I mean, souls, I guess-can fit in the same place at the same time without even feeling like ifs crowded or even without being aware that they are together sometimes. Space is different Ifs not like I can start in one place and search there for your mom and then start somewhere else. If you don't already have a connection with a particular person, ifs really hard to find them. But there are ways. Message-board sorts of things. Asking around. The thing is that while there are tons of people here, lots of them aren't here anymore, or they only come here occasionally to visit Because there's another place that people can go to. I can't really describe it because I haven't been there yet People can't go there just to visit. They can't go there until they are ready to move there. We call it "Moving On." When people think they want to move on, they have to do some preparation. "Soul-work," we call it I guess Moving On is a good thing-at least people seem to think it is. At least the people who want to go. But I don't want to go, at least not for a long time. I can imagine that maybe after lots of years I could get sick of this place and want to see what else is out there. But not for a long time. So, anyway, the thing is that your mom might have moved on already. If she did, I can't reach her. She'd be un-findable. If I have a hard time finding her, it will be hard to know whether ifs because she's moved on or because I just haven't looked hard enough yet What do you think? Is she the kind of person who might want to move on from here? Joseph Woah. It was just too much to take in at once. I spent some time doing yoga, then lay on my bed. Was Mom the kind of person who would want to move on? Move away from me, from us? Her daughters, her son, her husband? I hoped not. But I remembered how much she had loved to read, to take classes and learn new things. The ceramics class. The philosophy class. The calligraphy. The belly-dancing. Yep. No doubt about it. My mother would be itching to move on, to find out what was next. |