Vague Recollections of a Future Life

Is this a glimpse of heaven?
Little things that speak to our soul, an essential part of our character?

Do they remind us of something beyond? And something past? Vague recollections of a future life?

“When people see me, they see a pudgy, middle aged man, walking a dog. But what they don’t know is that I am a Ranger, and I have a pocket knife.”

– Mark Wilson
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