Yes. Yes. God, himself.

I may choose. Some day. To come back to life as a tree. Or as an inanimate object. Such as a rock. That becomes part of a rocky cliff. Overlooking a spectacular sea. That’s the purpose of life. To feel what it’s like to be. Any and everything. Maybe I’ll choose to be a light beam. Traveling. Forever. Through the infinite cosmos. Maybe I am my own creator. With limitless options. Yes. Yes. God, himself. --Jim Broede