29/11/2019
Everyday I’m thankful
To be the lucky pilot
Of a living, breathing human body
It may be temporary
Someday we’ll put this flesh
In to the ground again
But a year or ten or fifty if we’re lucky
Is a long time
To sample and taste
All the myriad flavors
Of experience and light
We can tell it to make war
We can tell it to make love
And us horrible menfolk
Can plant a seed
So the divine life givers (women)
Can carry another creature
Of our making
In to this world
And another lucky soul
Can keep the cycle alive
And yes, they say life is pain
But if it wasn’t for the bad
We wouldn’t savor the good
So enjoy your stewardship
Of this bag of bones
It is truly a magical gift
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At some point in my incarceration it dawned on me how spectacularly lucky we are as humans to be blessed with this machine we control. It can be a temple for some or an amusement park for others but when you wake up to the endless possibilities of modern life and the rapid way technology is evolving it really is a special thing to be a living thing. And what a profoundly beautiful thing to do to nurture a new soul and ensure they have a good time on planet earth. That’s the sort of legacy that is a worthy statement to be remembered for eternity.
