A thought. For a lover, like me.

It’s a theory. In quantum physics. The existence of  an infinite number of universes. And everything that could possibly happen occurs in some universe. Death does not exist in any real sense in these scenarios, the quantum physicists tell us. One is always a ball of conscious energy. Even after physical death. Instead, one immediately enters another dimension, another universe. Fascinating stuff. Maybe wishful thinking. Still, there must be more to life than one is capable of fully understanding. But one gets an inkling. Of the possibilities. Other realms. No death.  Instead, one ascends to another universe, another reality. Still retaining awareness. Of being. Of existing. Of thinking. Remaining truly in love. With life. Consciously. The ability to savor moments. Maybe no longer bogged down by a sense of physical being and time. Even in my present realm/existence, do I sense the slowing of time? Time coming to a halt. Allowing me to drift. Closer, closer to another dimension. Perhaps a peek at what’s to come. My next destination. In my ever-lasting life. In infinite universes. Indeed, a pleasant thought. For a lover, like me. –Jim Broede