if past life exists—and I do believe it does, and I do believe I recognize people I’ve met in my past lives—then how many times do we come across the people we had loved in our other lives? do we cross the street, pass by them? do we live with them already, having met them again, having found them over and over again over centuries? how many times do we come across a book we had written in our past lives, felt the pull of it at a bookstore? how many times do we come across something significant that made us in another life, and just suddenly decide to take it home?
