One might as well
dream. And imagine the finer things of life. Not necessarily the perfect life.
But what one wants life to be. Makes me
wonder. If that went through the creator’s
mind. Just before he decided to create. Was there forethought? But then, why must there be a creator? Maybe
creation is mere happenstance. Or maybe creation always existed. Forever and
ever. Why must there be a beginning? Or for that matter, an end? Because it’s logical, I suppose. It’s
reasonable. To think that way. To give limited sense and meaning. To
everything. Yes, an explanation. But
it’s also nice. To merely savor life. This moment of reflection. Without
explanation. --Jim Broede
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