We don’t know anything. Really, we know absolutely nothing except this moment, this breath, this heartbeat. We certainly learn along the way and gather experiences like so many calluses. Truly, every time we think we know something, we find out that that wasn't quite it. Research continually proves every assertion by scientists incorrect to some degree. We all base our beliefs on the experiences we have collected, but those too, are swept away in the tide of being dealt a different experience card. Maybe this reality is just a dream. Some say it is. Perhaps I am living in someone else's thought strand. Perhaps, this life is an illusion (or quite possibly a delusion).
If the white feather floats through the air, glinting in the pink gold of the sunrise, and lands just so on the letter "A" on my keyboard as I write about angels, it can mean everything, or it can mean nothing. Thank Goddess for the lack of clarity! I want life to continue to be an exploration, a dance with changing music, a light show of flickering candles without a rhythm. I want the surprises to take my breath away and give me chills. Those things make me feel ALIVE! And in the end, I just want to have lived my life and not squandered it away or kept it so locked up that enjoyment was never part of the equation.
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