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Right, now here's a couple of pictures of me. How do I know? Well I remember, long ago in my past, coming into this situation and finding my partner, legally married, but no memory of my life up to that point.

Now here's the question for you students of philosophy. Presume I live in Heaven, which is a planet in teh solar system where I work making music, painting, and writing software for my computer. I work seven (or sometimes 8) days a week, 24 hours a day. I have no need to eat or sleep, and it as though God is feeding me directly through my blood, but there is no umbilicle cord. My room could be a room just like this. Otherwise I live as I do now, as a normal human being, who eats sleeps etc. But the difference between me and other people, sems to be that there are unlimited numbers of myself available. For example, my father's sister had twins, and I was one of them. I met her before she died, or I should say I met myself, but before I believed in God. We did have a strange encounter, where she was lying on her back when we were little when Kay (her name) and Margot were visiting. I had a tomahawk and was pretending to subdue her, like a red indian. She showed me this picture of her face covered with blood which was so powerful it took control of my senses, and for a second I believed it was real, and that I had killed her, but she got up laughing, while I being younger was traumatised for eseveral minutes while I came to terms with teh experience. They say that twins sometimes think alike, but I believe Margot, my older, married cousin is actually the Queen, Queen Elizabeth, because before I, as Jesus in my home away from earth, reasoned that I would clone her, so that at least she, if she decided she didn't want to marry me (not this particular version of her) at least she would be free to come to Christmas with Jesus, as the woman who had actually ben married to Jesus in my previous life. It was a type of joke, between myself and God that even if something unlikely happened, it would be safe because she could never get pregnant, (and teh family become imbred). Maybe not funny, but I'm the type who thinks plants with serated leaves are funny, because they have that in common with marijuana, which is illegal, even though it is a perfectly fine herb if handled properly, and a lot more rewarding to grow than a mere tomato, nice as tomatoes are.