My dictionary defines musing as a state of deep thought or
dreamy abstractions. Little wonder. I love to muse. I was born to muse. It
comes naturally. Musing may be the greatest invention of mankind. My kind of
consciousness. I’m assuming. That prehistoric man started to muse. About life
in general. But that it took a while. To evolve. Into musing over the concept
of love. Maybe the first musing was over
the notion of survival. Imaginative ways to stay alive. To feed one’s self. And eventually to feel
all the pleasures of life. The warmth of
the sun on an otherwise cool day. And relief under a waterfall on a
blazing hot day. Simple stuff. Not ready yet for flights of fancy. To the moon.
To Mars. To the boundless ends of creation. Though one never knows. Maybe the prehistoric
man ascended. Into the spiritual realm. Into a permanent blissful state of musing. –Jim Broede
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