Believing.

I want to believe. That any and everything is possible. As long as I can imagine it. For instance, I can easily imagine. Riding a light beam. With sheer and smooth delight. At the fantastic speed  of light (186,000 miles per second). Of course, I’d hitch the ride. Only after transforming into a body-less spirit. I’d still have a thinking, conscious mind. I’d still be able to see and hear everything going on around me.  Much the same as now.  But a physical brain wouldn’t be required. I’d be in sort of a virtual reality dream state.  That would allow me to travel. To any place I’d want to be in the vast infinite cosmos. To other planets. To other galaxies. To perhaps wherever the creator resides.--Jim Broede