Hear
I am
My life
Unmeasured
By awe but
Smiles
And ours alone
A forum of love
Only known by agape
Sometimes taken as dope
And every sow often
Be held as a parent
Breathlessness
Be gotten heir
Inspiring life itself
Where does life come from? Some claim, in a type of miraculous skepticism, that life emerges out of nothingness. Others figure there is something more seamless in the creation of life, like coming from like. Regardless of where one’s perspective begins concerning the ultimate origins of life, most can agree that, in the here and now, life produces more life. Life in its fullness is contagious. Also, the highest human experiences seam to be inescapably linked to awe. Awe strikes me as being sublimely taken in by the sheer breathtaking and breath-giving nature of life. Awe seems close kin to gratitude, particularly of receiving something that transcends our own doing or merit. For me, such experiences inspire me to live in a way that will breath life into stale social contracts, however well contrived, and knock the wind out of social relationships where another’s humanity is bargained away for supposed profit. A life well-lived should be more full of celebration than calculation, carousing than conniving. We will gain much more from dancing than delineating which dances are viewed most positively by each market segment, so we can maximally profit off others’ dancing. Life, in its fullness, will dance around such cramped connivings. Of coarse, such lessens will be self-taut, whereas life involves a boundless teeming beyond grasping.
