I listen to the passing thoughts, each unrelated to the next when I permit my mind to run free. This abstraction is me. Should I announce a self image, a private musing, or is this a manifestation to reality? Try me! Does this connect to anything you know?

Who are we? Or is there no "we" and only me. Did I imagine you and the world you inhabit? Am I so masochistic that I have made myself live and struggle to be in this place, in this time? Are you merely bytes in some electro-magnetic circuit, something I imagined? If so, why don't you have larger boobs? That is why there is "we" and not just me; you see, I cannot change you.

So, we are in this mess together. Where? If the string theory works, permitting parallel universes, then we are insignificant and we, you and me, place too much importance on our existence. Follow the theory to it's end and you may realize that we are a miniscule something that is only a part of something larger. Larger! Yes, we may be a part of a proton in a crumb of bread hidden in some corner of the kitchen floor in a larger place and a different time.

So, why anguish about life. As I have said on other occasions; life is for living - strife is a knife into the bowels of life. Live life, screw the definition of what we may be and enjoy the life cycle you happen to be in.

Everything is electro-magnetic energy, our eyes are tuners to see only a small portion of the spectrum, so permit you mind to roam. Yes, you! I shall return to my poke of fun at the Mythical Being that Nobody has Seen. You may wish to connect to me, or thee and be astounded by the simplicity of it all.

Kootie J