What if I had been born into another family than my own, an Italian pasta-maker’s perhaps, or a German clog-dancer’s or, even better, a bilingual German-Italian pasta- making clog-dancing family. To eat as much pasta as I want and exercise it all off dancing! Wow! That’s worth contemplating a change of heritage for!
What if I had been born at any other time than the mid point of the twentieth century? What if I had not been born female at all but rather male? What would my life be like then? I guess there sure would be some explaining to do to my husband!
Or, on an even more radical train of thought— what if my Creator, laughing at the possibilities of the probable outcome, had given my as yet unclothed soul the task of choosing where and in what type of vessel I would like to reside? What would I have chosen for myself?
Just what criteria would I have used to make the final selection of my earthly body? Intelligence? Beauty? Patience? Strength? Speed? Flight?
Would I— coveting the magnificent splendour of the peacock’s tail— decide to be one of that species, and yet in my ignorance choose to be female? Too bad! So sad!
What if I chose to reside in the powerful feathered body of an eagle so that I could ascend to the heavens whenever I desired? Just how would I feel about getting dinner for the kids then?
What if I told my Creator, “Most anything will do as long as I get to spend a lot of time laying around in a bed?” I might now be a very disgruntled oyster, a real stick in the mud!
Supposing I had said “I’m a real team player and I can’t decide all by myself, but if you would be so kind as to give me a nice mate, that’s all I’m asking, and you can decide the rest.” Maybe I might have ended up somewhere in Utah hauling borax in the late eighteen-hundreds with a wonderful partner and 18 soul mates, and I guess the yoke would have been on me!