I need to satisfy my curiosity.

I like going into the day not knowing what to write about. To have a clean slate. To let my mind wander. To see where it goes. Instinctively. I look out the window. And behold. That I am in Italy. It’s obvious. Apparent. The architecture is Italian. The flora and fauna, too. Italian. And I’m thinking. I’m gonna miss this. Because I’m leaving in less than three weeks. But hey, no matter where I go, it’ll be paradise. My paradise. Because that’s what I make it. No hell for me.  I refuse to go to hell. From a religious/spiritual point of view, I don’t even believe in hell. Instead, give me Heaven, Nirvana, Valhalla. Yes, paradise. And if I can’t find it in any other place but my cocoon, that’s where I’ll go.  Even if I were in so-called hell, I could pretend otherwise. Because I have an imagination. That takes me to the destination of my desire. I create it all. In my mind, body and soul. Often with the written word. I’m the architect. The designer. The creator. And the older I get, the more I become me. I’m always looking, looking, looking. For more. For a new and more profound kind of consciousness. I rule out nothing. Even sitting at the right hand of the original creator. So that I can ask questions. Directly. I need to satisfy my curiosity. Today and every day.  –Jim Broede