I don't believe in reincarnation. Not really. I don't think so anyway. But then sometimes I have my doubts. When studying history and reading the stories of the men and women who lived before, occasionally I'll think I know them a little because they remind me of others living now who seem to inhabit the same space  - spiritually. All the writers and ponderers who lived before were a little like those that preceded them too and were influenced by them. So in a broad way the spirit and ideas of those people is re-born. In a literal sense of course with offspring but also in a larger global sense. Sometimes I imagine that the alchemy of the world is constantly subtly changing day by day minute by minute as some are born and others pass away. Those who lived through World War II will be replaced by those who were born in the Tik Tok age. Fewer people every minute were born before Television or Rock 'N Roll. The world spins and evolves. I find my spiritual ancestors in books and ideas- some of them uttered by those next to me. Our energy vaporizes then reemerges somewhere unexpected in a new form.