Put me in touch with the creator.

Wonderful life.  That’s what I do. Virtually every day. Remind myself. That life is wonderful. So fortunate. So blessed. To be alive and conscious. A thinking being.   Fantastic. How can this be? Why am I here? On a planet called Earth. Many other beings preceded me. Infinitesimal numbers. They came. They went. Where? Into oblivion? Into another dimension?  I’ll be gone some day, too. Sooner than later. A pity.  Unless I take on another life form. Something better. More profound.  With a higher degree of aliveness and consciousness. I want to settle for nothing less. Than sitting at the right hand of the creator. So that I can ask questions. And get answers. –Jim Broede