Souls travel through time in batches, like passengers on a bus.
Some get on before you, then you get on, then some get off, and more get on.
Is it not strange how people "soak" into our lives and quickly become friends,
lovers, co-workers, but some how, there is an attunement.
A teacher does not really choose his students, they arrive.
Neither really has a choice, both were meant to be.
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