We are like a flash of lighting in the night sky. A shooting star on a cloudless night. Our lives are written in damp letters on the back of a foggy door, only to disappear when the sun shines. We are like one tiny fleck of gold in the bottom of the mining pan, sighted by the great prospector and allowed to swirl around and glint in the light before being poured back into the stream of time. All too brief to really be knowledgeable about who or what we really are.
We are nothing but thought. Nothing but a vapor….disappearing even as it forms.
I have no real answers, other than try and be human, try to be humane. Remember everyone else in the world is more like you, than they are different.
Writing for Sanity's Sake 