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?
