No limits.

I like to think.  About anything. Sure beats having a blank mind. I’m in a constant conversation. If not with my friends and associates and strangers. With, guess who? Yes, me.  That’s why I could survive. On a desert island. Or in solitary confinement. I’d talk with me. Furthermore, I’d have the opportunity to commune. With the spirits. That’s the nature of life, isn’t it? The ability to commune. If not with others. One always has the self. An opportunity to turn inward.  To explore the world of thought. From within.  That, more than anything, makes life thrilling.  One adventure after another. No limits.--Jim Broede