The internet truly has established itself with the software found at the link above (the word 'everything,) as the ultimate in one-stop shopping.
Think about it. With a brief download, at a nominal fee, your computer will help you by smashing the right numbers and juggling the right ones and zeroes to discover who you were in a past life.
Were you Zarathustra? Were you Samuel Becket? Were you Richard Wagner? Were you Abe Lincoln, or better, John Wilkes Booth?
Who knows? The algorithms know.
In his past life Indrid was a cold virus flung from a civil war soldier's nostrils as he expelled his last "whuff" of air, doubled over by a Union bullet. If you believe in the cycle of souls, that our essence evolves through incarnations, then surely in his next incarnation Indrid was a flea leaping from the bed as they lay Lincoln's body down there across the street from Ford's Theater.
Following that he was William Henry Harrison's puppy run over by a milkwagon one dreary morning.
Then more grandly a pack mule lugging Teddy Roosevelt's rifles through the grand canyon, dying only when TR took mercy on his swayed back and hazy eyes and put a bullet through his brain.
Eventually Indrid migrated to being Einstein's favorite tree by his bedroom window, unfortunately a brief incarnation as trees have the unique quality of being waystations for souls in transits who still need to live. That's why they are so still, and perpetuate themselves.
Eventually, after making it to being Elvis Aaron Presley's dead twin brother Indrid felt it was time to stop, and now he brings you his little musty dark corner of the web.
And see? No software needed.
