At the moment I die I will be conceived
again in another part of infinity up there, or
down there.  Mirror image.  Period.

I had finally found what I was looking for.

I felt I had stumbled across something more
pure and divine and awe-inspiring than
anything I had experienced before.  And to
date.  With the help of a child.

But wait.

Lo and behold!

This story wasn't over.

Today is Tuesday, March 22nd.  I just spent
two days, in the wee morning hours of the
21st and 22nd, formulating this preposterous
theory at work.  March 21, 22, '88.

Smack dab in the middle of spring equinox!

Equal day.

Equal night.

Eighty-eight.