Make
no mistake, we all have these thoughts.
It’s
only natural that we consider them our own.
You
and I are not alone, yet we turn around and
no
one is there. In our place and time this reckoning
comes
to us often randomly and unannounced. We
have
been here before, but cannot rightly recollect
when,
and may dismiss it merely as
a
déjà
happening.
Possibly
it could be the connection between us and
generations
past which are seared indelibly into the
unconscious
memory. I could go on and on with this
theory
of mine about lineage, but it’s a plaguing puzzle-
ment
which for the most part remains a mystery. Each
preformed
piece within us is beyond our comprehension.
Each
cell in our body conceals the secret, each electrical
impulse
which courses through us concedes to the real-
ity
of who we are. Consider the continuum which runs
through
all that ever was and that which is to come. This
is
neither an anomaly, nor a one-off phenomenon, my
friends;
I am you and you are me. And the deeply-seeded
memory
programmed within us is the exquisite and inex-
tricable,
everlasting energy from the birthstar of our creation.
Chris
Hanch 2-17-19
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