Almost Paradise, Heaven’s Door
The morning is paradisical. Even if that is a made-up word… There are no words for adequate description of a fine mid-summer’s morning. My good fortune is to be aware, to engage with my senses the warmth of light streaming from the sun, illuminating the streets, sidewalk, the backdrop bed of black eyed susans to the weathered fire plug in front of Starbucks. What are the odds to be present upon this planet, at this spot in the Fox River Valley, a self-aware being searching for words which “appear” upon a luminescent screen, evidence of the possibility of a self-reflective mind…. The odds are incalculable. Maybe that longish sentence was nonsense…. I am therefore I think. First things first!
Bare existence comes first, everything else follows, or perhaps, — nothing follows. “The nothing,” a possibility of return of the stasis of void always remains. There’s no guarantee, none whatsoever that comes with “life” such as I have attempted to describe. Something could reach breaking 
point, something concealed and unknown, perhaps in the blood supply to the brain. I believe the medical term is aneurysm, like that child’s balloon which has a defect, that weakness in the rubber air-envelope. If, or when pressure conditions reach the limit of the rubber envelope, then “lights out” and darkness, the void.
Do I desire to know my expiration date?
Absolutely not.
Enjoy! – with nothing in between. Take it ALL in.
Just like a child…
