Déjà vu, from French, literally "already seen", is the phenomenon of having the strong sensation that an event or experience currently being experienced had been experienced in the past.
Here are two examples of very young children who "already know" how to play the piano, masterfully! How can an adopted 3 year old, blind girl "already know" how to play the piano, instantly accompany a vocalist without ever having heard the tune before? She also plays the piano and sings.
This 5 year old "just knows" how to play the piano -- without any training -- like a classical master. How can this possible happen? They remember. It cannot be more obvious. Everyone has lived before, a thousand, thousand times. You and I may not be able to remember how the play the piano because we never played it before. However, there are thousands of examples in history of people being able to "just know" how to do things.
Computer scientists "just know" how to manufacture and program computer circuitry -- even though ELECTRICITY wasn't even "invented" until 150 years ago! How does a planet make the quantum leap from burning wood and candles, riding in horse carts and sailing ships to atomic bombs and global satellite systems in 150 years?! There is no "evolutionary process" involved.
It's too simple: we have done all of these things before on other planets, in other times, in other galaxies. It's Déjà vu.
I PLAY A ROLE IN THE THEATER OF LIFE.
A HUNDRED THOUSAND ENCORES UPON THIS STAGE.
I'VE PORTRAYED THE PART OF A MAN:
HARD, THRUSTING, BRUTAL, AND DOMINEERING.
I'VE BEEN CAST IN THE ROLE OF WOMEN:
AESTHETIC, SOFT, SUBMISSIVE, SECRET, AND PERSEVERING.
I CHERISH DRAMA. COMIC ABSURDITY.
TRAGIC PATHOS AND MYSTERY.
I WEAR A BODY LIKE A MASK.
I KNOW WHICH ROLE I'M PLAYING WHEN I PLAY.
THE SCENERY CHANGES. THE STAGE REMAINS.
THE MASKS MAY CHANGE:
THE PLAYERS STAY THE SAME.
-- LAWRENCE R. SPENCER. 2012. --
When I stop to think about it, I remember the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius in 79 AD like it was yesterday. I was a slave, working in a vineyard in the farmland on the outskirts of the city under the shadow of the mountain. The soil was some of the most fertile anywhere in the world, thanks to the accumulation of volcanic soil there over the centuries and the weather was ideal for growing grapes. The city was wealthy, to the point of decadence. The architecture of the town and the scenery in countryside were idyllic. It was very much like Napa Valley today. When the eruption starting in the morning I stole a horse and road as fast as I could toward the villa that housed the owners of the land and winery. My mother and sister were there, working in the villa as servants. Although the horse was fast, we were overtaken by a blast from the volcano while on the way and were both suffocated by the noxious fumes and ash. I never made it back to the villa. The last think I remember was my grief -- not over the loss of my own life, but at not being able to warn my loved ones of the danger. Do you remember where you were and what you were doing on August 24, 79 AD? You might, if you try.