On becoming a butterfly.

Exercise. I need it daily. Generally, lots of it. Yes, I'm addicted. To physical motion. To moving about. Even when I'm sick. I don't wanna stay in bed. I need my fix. Exercise. Physical. But mental, too. I was given a body and a mind. For a reason. To use. I also have a spirit. Something inside me. I hope the spirit survives after my physical being dies. And that the spirit is able to move. To exercise. To explore the cosmos and other dimensions. I suspect that my physical being contains my spirit. Keeps it from wandering away from my body. Maybe my body was made to be a cocoon. Where my spirit can nurture. And feel safe. Before it's finally released. And becomes a butterfly. --Jim Broede