You and I

Imagine if you will, being born

something else. Trillions of cells,

and only a few arranged differently.

And then, brainwaves forcing your

behavior to dictate your day in a

more primordial way, lets say,

animal instinct rather than human

reasoning. You, no work, no play

no friends or family to understand

and get in the way. Just you and

your daily routine. Food, shelter,

constantly on the lookout for

predators. Imagine if you will,

having been born as something

else. No memories, no fantasies, no

vocabulary, no need to explain, no

philosophies or reasoning about

life and death, thoughts about the

before and after, just the daily

routine—food, shelter, mating,

ever on the lookout for danger,

day in, day out, every day the

same. No cell phone, computer,

toothpaste, deodorant or

automobile. No meetings to

attend, no prayers to say, no

bills to pay, stopping on occasion

to scratch behind your floppy ear

with a hairy hind leg while foraging

forest, field, tree or stream for a

certain delectable meal to eat.

There are lots of would-be folks

out there , you know, who were

never born to be like you and

me, and just a little tweak of a

few cells out of trillions made

the difference, you see, making

what we have come to realize

you as the you you are and I here

and now contemplating the reality

of the me I was born to be. 14-billion

light years and trillions of stars in the

making, you and I. What were the

chances of that? Mind-boggling crazy,

wouldn’t you say?

                         -30-

Chris Hanch 6-15-2022