I imagine me. Therefore, I am.

I'm aware. Maybe that's another word for conscious. Could be that I always existed. Even long before I became aware. That I was living. Inside what appears to be a human body. A vessel. If not for a body, I wonder if I'd still be aware. Can a spirit still think and achieve awareness without becoming contained in a physical object? Whether it be pulsating flesh or a mere solid, inanimate rock? Maybe I have to take possession of something physical. In order to be aware and conscious. Maybe that's the only way that a soul can exist. But that begs the question, what is existence? Can I really exist without knowing that I exist? Maybe all it takes is imagination. I'm able to imagine life. Therefore, I am. --Jim Broede