Thursday morning, 5:00 AM November 21, 2019
Dear Reader,
Where do I go from here? And where is “here”?
Do I know? Looking up at this cool, crisp, clear dark sky on this late November morning. I breathe in this clean , damp air, seeing the morning stars in the few hours before dawn.
Pondering the smallness of all of us on this blue starship which travels on a definite circular path And this path creates the seasons, and different views when looking at the heavens above. Orion is just above right now.
The silliness of existence and thinking that my world inside this ever expanding universe is important. Looking up and seeing the realization that the search for meaning is only a creation of my brain trying to protect me from reality.
There is only “now”. Time is Life. I am so small, so tiny, so vulnerable to my own thoughts and actions. I am alone in this and it is OK.
This last Sunday, I thought today was” Thankgiving.” I guess every day should be. I am thankful for you, Dear Reader, if you are out “there”. I know you are.