Conscious life. Awareness. That I exist. And that there’s a
world around me. Others, too. I find that amazing. How can this be? If this is real.
Anything is possible. That’s the way I look at life. I stay humble. By recognizing.
In one moment. That I’m a mere grain of sand. On the beach. But I have a
desire. A yen. To be more. Yes. Yes. I am tasting life. But I want more. I want
to cavort with the gods. That made all
this possible. Or did all this happen. Without any rhyme or reason? Does it
matter? --Jim Broede
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