A few thoughts: On the waning hours of a traveled life.
We all begin with a sudden spark of life, like some great mystery of the beginnings of the universe.
We grow, we expand our knowledge of a world full of faces, beautiful spaces, people of all races, and cultures. We experience a range of situations, overcome obstacles, and address adversity in all its forms. We accumulate to varying degrees wealth, property, and faith in deeper realms of consciousness. In the process we either acknowledge or deny the presence or lack thereof a higher power. In the midst of our travels we witness what we believe to be miracles or incidence of mere coincidence. In there lies the root of our existence; are we children of a supreme entity, or are we simply alone, and struggling to find meaning in a cold ruthless world? The choice is every human beings purview; a direction if you will. And we must ask ourselves: "Am I the master of my destiny, or an island unto myself?" That my friends is what Shakespeare coined: "To be, or not to be." I take my leave of you to your own well worn travels, and bid you adieu. Until we meet again...
Amen
