In the far, far beyond.

More and more. I am becoming an observer. A spectator. Watching the actions of others. Rather than an active participant. I’m doing it. Right here. In Musings, for instance. I’m reverting back. To the days when I was an infant. Newly introduced into a strange world. To learn. What’s going on? That’s a question I asked every day. I wasn’t yet ready to become an active participant. But gradually. I was sucked into this world. I joined the crowd. I participated. Without really knowing it. I stopped observing. I became a man of action. More like a robot, however.  Doing pretty much. Of what was expected. A follower. That’s the bugaboo. Of life.  Abandoning the instincts. Of a newly arrived infant. To keep observing. To keep learning.  And evaluating. What I was becoming.  By fitting in. And not questioning. Whether it was right or wrong. I was abandoning. The purpose. For which I was created. To observe it all. So that I’m truly ready. When I am finally born. As a true spirit. In the far, far beyond. --Jim Broede