Why am I here? A question I have asked myself time and again.
There are those who would counsel me as to fact that I was offered a choice, and decided to be interred on this mud ball for an indeterminate amount of time.
This particular equation does not find a solution in my mind. The collective tribulations the inhabitants of this mud ball suffer themselves are certainly not of my design, and most certainly not of my desire.
I portray myself as a gentle, understanding, and occasionally altruistic being. I have my space, you have yours. My space ends where your nose begins, and vice versa!
Woe be me, for here I sojourn, exploring my potential with passionate toil, yet I am seemingly never quite equal to the task of locating the path that will enable me to absolute it.
There be times when me thinks I was endowed with the intelligence the creators intended for your basic cucumber. Perchance is there a fellow being or 2 that suffers themselves similar predicament?
As humanity, we are endowed with so much potential, but have purposed so little growth in so long a time.
Why do we collectively absolute impossible World Peace? Perhaps there is a numbskull that guides us, or many numbskulls!
Perchance, are we all numbskulls?
It is not that complicated. Put down the sticks, skip the stones cross the ponds, shake hands, look each other in the eye, verbalize fact that we are all at fault here and build something useful, like say maybe a Warp Drive Starship?
I do not know about you, but even a tourist class seat on that good ship suffers me tremendous desire!
Take the helm Mr. Spock, Warp 6, let’s get it!