Love, the ultimate invention.

Maybe life is imaginary. Totally imaginary. The imagination of god. If so, that would make me a piece of god. God has created me. In a dream. He's created all of existence. And maybe he's given me the ability to have my own dream. Inside his dream. I'm even allowed to dream of ever-lasting dreams. Endless dreams. A wide array of dreams. Hop-scotching from one dream to another. I'm even allowed to usurp god. To declare my independence. Because there's no limit on my dreams. On my fertile imagination. Maybe it is I that invented love. Not god. Imagine that. I'd be the greatest inventor of all time. Nobody can invent anything better than that. Love, the ultimate invention. --Jim Broede