A Writer’s Diary – What Am I?

BB1FF4B5-A150-4942-B7DB-C0717128B26COther than a mass of tissues, organs, muscle, bones and fluids held together by a porous membrane of skin, what am I? I am dependent upon a pumping muscle to keep the fluids running, air circulating and me alive. I came into existence through the joining of two cells from a million possible combinations. I am unique. There is no other life form which has my exact makeup. I was planned by my parents but is my being here, now, part of a universal plan or just a random event? Life was an accident. 

I am one in a family of approximately eight billion people. It took the earth 200,000 years to reach one billion and only 200 years to reach eight billion. (And we joking speak of rabbits multiplying quickly.) My life is always in flux from birth to death. All life ends and one day so will this one.

Beyond race, nationality, gender or creed, I am a finite, physical manifestation borne of an infinite energy which will have its investment in my life returned upon my death. I still do not know if the source of that energy is a god or gods, the big bang, gravity, love, or merely unknown but I do know I am here. All of life as we know it has this same source be it plant, mammal, reptile, fowl, bird or fish. But what am I? I am human. In the end that too becomes only a word.

Transformation Publications

If you begin to understand what you are without trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation. —Jiddu Krishnamurti

Wise Poets

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses... We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth. — John F. Kennedy

The Poetry of Clouds

...If one looks long enough at almost anything, looks with absolute attention at a flower, a stone, the bark of a tree, grass, snow, a cloud, something like revelation takes place. — May Sarton

For The Love Of Wisdom

The truest philosophy, is not to long for anything in particular, but to accept everything as it comes, and find out the reason of it coming. — Marie Corelli

The Writings Of Tao Writer

The most we can do is to write — intelligently, creatively, evocatively — about what it is like living in the world at this time. — Oliver Sacks