DNA

My dad dropped in to visit me today. It was nice, as it generally is; we went to eat vegetarian food at West Lynn Cafe, then came home and had a long, rambling conversation on Buddhism and reincarnation and DNA and spirituality and uncomprehensible connections and profound moments in life.

And then, just before he left, I took a look at him and realized that we were dressed almost identically: hiking boots, jeans, gray t-shirts. We were semi-facing each other in identical positions, as well: slouched, with our arms on our knees and our hands clasped. And through my mind, though I didn't mention it to him, was the spooky voice that he always uses to tell my sister and me, "DNA..." It's the key to genetic immortality, and I'm way more like my dad than I'd generally want to admit.

The rest of it, I need to process a bit longer.