. . . I realized that my consciousness wasn't a vast thing—that it was, in fact, limited to this person everyone called Joy. I was merely a single person, and not some kind of oversoul. I would forever be limited to a solitary point of view. I was about four years old. It was a tremendous disappointment.

Wherever this "Joy" person went, there I'd be. When she skinned her knees, it would preoccupy me. When her Mexican baby sitter put on a movie about a giant spider eating a city, I'd be watching the giant spider, too: I couldn't simply flit over to occupy some other body, and live that person's life when the fancy struck.

My perceptions would be a miniscule fraction of what I'd assumed they were going to be at the outset.

For some time I grieved, until years later, when I realized that blogging as an oversoul might be tougher, and I really would have to pick up my typing speed in that event. And in general, I think, there's just a lot more responsibility for an oversoul vs. a single consciousness: the hours are better this way.

It turned out fine in the end.

Though there is the occasional pang of regret. Inevitable, don't you think?

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