posted on Mar, 6 2010 @ 10:42 PM
I know the earth is round and suspended in space, and that gravity adheres me to it.
I don't know if I am able to supersede gravity without the help of any device besides my own body.
I know I am a mammal and have the ability to grow human life within my womb.
I don't know if I am a creation of some reptilian race from another planet in the solar system, with or without gravity.
I know there are limitations to my physical existence.
I don't know if there is a point either through meditation or some other means at which I could alter the ability of my physical self.
I know I am capable of feeling and spreading love.
I don't know if I receive my ability to feel and spread love from a higher being who created me with the ability to do so.
At the end of the day we all have our musings about what is and what isn't, and this is a tie that binds those of us that humor these parts of our
minds. I am grateful to be a part of a community where pondering is accepted as the norm. Where the everyday discussions of sports and Hollywood
stars are not what consumes us. I am grateful for the opportunity to challenge my mind in new ways, enhance my critical thinking skills and learn new
and exciting ways to spend my mental time while cooking dinner each night.
There will always be those who are intellectually superior and those who fall on the other end of that spectrum. There will always be those who spend
their time trying to find ways to criticize those who are inferior to feed their ego, and those who criticize the superior for essentially the same
reason. But at the end of the day, our thinking caps are all spun by the same thread. Some may be finer quality thread than others, but they are all
made of thread none the less. And for that I am grateful. If we truly do only get one shot at this life, I would like to spend mine celebrating our
likenesses rather than our differences. If we do get another go round, some of us may very well come back as rocks so it might not much matter.
Hope this find you all well,
recycled