It’s nice. That we homo sapiens. Think of ourselves as
elite. Special. At the very top. Of intelligent life. Here on Planet Earth. Amazing, isn’t it? That we have the wherewithal.
The moxie. To rank anything. And to
differentiate between right and wrong. Good and evil. I’m impressed. With my
own intelligence. The fact. That I recognize. Here I am. An alive and conscious
being. Savoring life. Or so I think. Still, I have some doubts. About who I
really am. I’m still in the process of discovery. Don’t even know. For certain.
What comes after my physical demise. I
hesitate. Using the term death. Better
to speculate. For my own morale and fancy. That there’s far more to come. Yes. Yes. The possibility. That my true
essence. As spirit. Is yet to emerge. Only then. Will I be fully born. And
truly elite. Interesting. That I grasp the concept. Well enough. To put it all.
Into words. Proof. That I know how to write. My greatest achievement. So far.
--Jim Broede
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