At my stage in life it gets to feel like you’ve seen it all. Of course you haven’t. You’ve still only seen the tiniest fragment. The infinite detail of existence remains a stranger to you.

What you have seen are the types. There aren’t so many of them. There are probably only about six people in the world and they keep coming back. If you were to reincarnate you would meet them all over again.

There is curious comfort in that kind of familiarity. It is an intimacy you get to know like old friendship.

The types seem to belong to a bigger existence. Knowing about them is being party to a bigger knowledge than the detail can offer.