I think about Seth a lot, and his possible reincarnation. It's selfish to think he'd be near me in whatever form he's in, if that kinda thing is even real. But I do. A spider I like at work. A bird that seems extra friendly. A fly that won't leave me alone. I think they could be him, saying hello. If there were a choice, I'd have him be near my dad instead. I'd want his pain assuaged more than mine.
If you believe in that sort of thing, he could be someone's child right now. Or an animal, doing what animals do. Maybe a squirrel. That seems to fit somehow. He could have had hundreds of rebirths by now. It's crazy to contemplate.
Or maybe he's everywhere, his energy spread throughout the Universe, dissipated like a spark in the atmosphere. I don't even have a clear idea of what I believe anymore. I'm buttressed by science, though. Thermodynamic law holds that matter and energy are never created or destroyed, only changed. Recycled. Human beings are definitely matter and energy.
Another dream where he speaks to me would be nice. I've only had the one. Spiritual or sub-conscious it was wonderful. Cathartic. I couldn't make up a more cinematic and perfect dream.
I wish he could have met Jonas. He'd be so good with him. He'd probably be moving on a child of his by now. He was always so friendly, so caring towards others. Anytime I see a child with bottle cap glasses I think of him. Once on vacation he got badly sunburned under his eyes; the thick lenses worked like magnifying glasses on the summer sun. I have this image, probably from a photograph, of him laying exhausted on a pool chair with his little swimsuit on. To me he will always be little; I never got to know him as an adult.
It may seem retarded, to use an example from popular culture, but I hope that one day I see him again with all my friends and loved ones like the finale of Lost. What a misunderstood and beautiful piece of writing that was. No one could hope for anything better.
- David
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