GENESIS: THE BEGINNING

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I think and I wonder and I sometimes forget life is and life was and life will be where I exist and where I don't. I think too much, or so much, that it is easy to forget. Sentient thought, then, I guess is a unique and powerful genre of living, waded into as years wear onward from birth toward death. The gift of wondering is something altogether undeserved and useless, but a curse made cure regarding the lonely depression of mankind nonetheless. One can dream and aspire to achieve great feats in this life but one may forget the terror of the unknowns involved and invisible.

The nature of the universe is secret to us and maybe even to itself, but it surrounds us and afflicts us with an appetite unparalleled. The vast scope of galaxies near and far offer endless voyage of foot or thought or fleeting flash of light. The walk of life could be aided or unaided depending on the wit of the traveler. And in my travel, it appears rather barren of useful mechanisms. I devise my own way, severely and without apology. The universe has never apologized to me for my position, after all.

I will not apologize to it for phasing through walls and decorating the grimestone of my path to my liking. This is my life, and whether it is purposeful or without a set course, I will do with it what I want to do with it. No more, no less than what is necessary for growth and achievement.

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