A minor character in god's dream.

The human brain. It's wonderful. Allows for all kinds of thought. For consciousness. For awareness. And the ability to imagine almost anything. What I cherish most, I suppose, is freedom of thought. No shackles. I could even be put in prison. But still, I would have freedom of thought. I can even write what I want to write. Maybe in some societies I wouldn't be allowed to print or speak my thoughts. But still, no matter where I am, I can think. Freely. I suppose when I die, so will my brain. And I won't be able to think any more. I'll lose consciousness. Awareness. That's sad. But still, at this moment I can still imagine that consciousness and awareness may survive death. Physical death. My brain tells me that anything I can think is possible. That nothing is absolutely impossible. The very fact that I have life - well, that's amazing. Of course, this all could be an illusion. And all I am is a piece of god's imagination. Maybe I'm just a minor character in god's dream. --Jim Broede