"All I see is part of me." What are we supposed to do when we feel there is very little we can do? We can pray. We can fret. We can rage. We can do what we feel is needed. We can do nothing. We all want to make a big difference with our grand gestures.
My arrival into the world was a bit different than it is for most newborn babies. The emergency C-section was performed by the hospital's head surgeon. The surgeon ran next to my mother on the gurney and introduced himself, saying to my mom,"It's your lucky day.
The last time we spoke, you told me about your parents. That was very interesting, but now I would like to know more about you. I know that Gaia has a purpose in our coming together, and I am eager to discover more about that.
Walking along in your favorite park, you smell the flowers and trees that are in bloom. The sky is filled with floating, white, fluffy cotton from the nearby cottonwood trees. You watch as a soft breeze lifts the cotton and it floats around in the air.
Greetings. Now, we are interested in your planet, as it is an oddity. We are of a mathematical nature, and oddities always interest us because they are not logical; they don't make sense. And anything that doesn't make sense to people who are interested in the abstract . . .
When asked his favorite instrument, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart responded, "the human voice." Perhaps Mozart considered the voice to be God's authentic expression while human-made instruments, although artfully played, provided simply a conduit through which true music traveled.
