Deja Vu

I have been experiencing an amazing amount of deja vu recently in one particular situation in my current (and rather over-simple) life. I have also been indulging in a reasonable amount of nostalgia, but I still do not know how or when I encountered this situation before.

Sometimes deja vu is quite pleasant. It embues life with a sense of continuity, or destiny. If we think someting has happened before, we might also consider that we had forseen it in some forgotten dream. But the question that haunts me isn't about when and why and where, but what I do next. What did I do then, when I was looking at myself? How did I see myself acting? If I knew, and knew the outcome, then I am certain I could make a more informed decision.

Am I the kind of person who would do it the same because I already knew how it would be? Or am I the kind of person who would try something different, risk a previous for a better result? I suppose it depends on the original result, and the original action (morality, skill, effort, etc).

Terry Pratchett, who considers time as a quantifiable and possibly tangible substance, writes of the martial art of deja fu - or hitting people with time. If someone's been practicing on me, that might explain why I get this nagging feeling that I've been bruised there before. I suppose we shall see. Again.

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