Here's a 3:00 a.m. kind of thought. What if all the different facets of you--the slavish clod at work, the polite and attentive sexual mate, the doting and tolerant grandchild, the smart-mouthed late-night hockey buddy--become more pronounced in the afterlife? What if your soul--or whatever you care to call the thing--is a group of individual yous, attached each to the other like so many pre-op Iranian twins? And you have to spend eternity dragging all these people around everywhere you go?... More >>>
Bass desires: John Snyder's "The Circus of the Night"