A preposterous kind of guy.

Sure, I have preposterous notions. About life.  And the afterlife. Imagining, for instance, that I won’t ever die. That I’ll live on. As a spirit.  Indeed, a preposterous premise.  With no supportive scientific evidence. But still, I believe it. Solely because I want to. It makes me feel good. Of course, the scientific thinkers tell me I’m deceiving myself. Which I readily admit. But that’s all right. All I’m doing, after all, is merely believing what I want to believe. Nothing wrong with that. Goes to show. I’m a preposterous kind of guy.  --Jim Broede