If one chooses not to love life...

I like to think -- and believe -- that there are so many kinds of life. That we keep evolving. To other dimensions. To other forms of life. Beyond our physical being. Far beyond our present comprehension. Maybe there's no end to life. To our own lives. We just keep moving on and on and on. That makes life interesting. To speculate about what might be beyond. Maybe we all have a piece of god in us. That would make forever possible. Eternal life. Maybe all of creation is endless. Infinite. And if one learns to love, one never gets tired of living. Because it is love that makes us want to live forever. Love is the ultimate pleasure. One never wants to let go of it. If there were no love, one would not want to live. That is the only way to be obliterated. To not have forever. If one chooses not to love life-- well, then there is no sense in living. --Jim Broede