Random thoughts at night

There is an inevitable cosmic reason why we met. (Ah, the liberation of creating reality!) Yes, we have always been traveling companions. But there is some secret beyond that, just at the corner of my vision, where it disappears when I turn to look at it. I cast about for it. I consider the possibility that I am a writer and you are my muse. I consider creating it. I pause. And listen in the hush to the throbbing hearts of billions. I listen for the whisper of the wind. For the sighing of the sea. The conversations of the leaves. The harmony of the stars. The indescribable concert of the cosmos.

Someone asked me yesterday if I had got religion. It took me aback and it made me smile. In my life, I had seen few people as virulently anti-religion as myself. And I replied, "Perhaps I have. But not in the way you mean."

Rationale and reasonableness. Science and logic. I have worshipped at your altar for years. How could I ever break faith? But surely I can consider that the rituals of worship are not cast in stone. Aha.

How many hours have I spent talking through big, weighty questions? With friends and foes, in determination and in anguish. Somewhere inside me, I feel quiet today.

I speak the possibility and make it real.