More fascinating than scary.

I exercise daily. Almost religiously. It’s become a ritual. Because I feel. Deep down. Inside me. That physical exercise is a necessity. Proof that I’m alive. And functioning. In the physical realm. Otherwise, I would have doubts. I look at my hand. And move it. Voluntarily. I do all sorts of movements.  Don’t know for sure if it’s all automated. By an outsider. By electrical impulses. Fed into my brain. By remote control.  Maybe from another planet. Another faraway world. If so, that’s more fascinating than scary. A sign. Evidence of the presence of a highly technical civilization. –Jim Broede