time, a ship to carry me

through this space,

finite place

encasing immortality

as myself, real self,

sees that yonder plane

through ethereal windows

thoughts, flesh-weighted,

do not veil reality

dampen power

or hinder flight.

Every  now and then I suffer from a philosophical moment. Okay, I admit it. It’s more than every now and then. It’s just about every day at least a couple of times a day, unless I’m too busy to think and have to run on auto-pilot (which sometimes happens when you work in an elementary school). Today, I thought I’d share two questions that keep picking at my brain.

What if everyone in the world were capable of and suddenly decided to— think for themselves?

And what if greed and the need to dominate others were wiped from existence over night?