We are our own repository, our own
dictionary, our own personal library.
You know that which you have exper-
ienced or learned. You have your own
opinions, beliefs and perspectives. I
like the color blue; you prefer a par-
ticular hue of red. You carry with you
a lifetime of people, places, successes
and failures, even the wants you have
never received or achieved. As for me,
I have taken another course and see
certain things differently.
Ah the loves, likes, the hates and dislikes
accompany us wherever we go. They be-
come part of our personal make-up and
chemistry. All the personal losses and
gains, the emotional baggage which
elevates or weighs us down—lighter
than air or lead heavy.
And it’s important to know when it’s our
time to go, we are compelled to surrender
all we have come to know. Indeed what a
shame, for everything you an I were in life,
everything we have become, everything done
shall cease to be.
Ah but know, as the super nova explodes
sending its super-charged particles out
into the universe, so too the genetic strain
we have passed along promotes life anew.
And then one day, perhaps eons away,
the question arises again, who are we,
from where do we come? This, my friends,
is a question for the ages to be asked and
answered by each new generation over
and over again.
On the library shelf of the humanities,
we shall all read individually as One.
In essence, thoughts and words, hopes
and dreams have not changed. Life in
its myriad forms and diversity goes on.
Even colonization of another planet
shall not change the natural evolution
of certain things.
One day in the far off future, a thought-
ful great, great, great, grand child of
mine may wonder, what was my great,
great, great grandfather’s favorite color?
Why by then, I’m certain even my name
will not have been remembered. Hell-
fire, at 76-years of age, I can’t even recall
what I had for lunch yesterday. So much
for my class in science and philosophy.
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Chris Hanch 6-3-2023
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