Ponderous

Sometimes you have to sit and wonder. Wonder, maybe even ponder. And that doesn't even rhyme. Why is that? They're spelled almost the same, wouldn't life make more sense if wonder and ponder, which are spelled almost exactly alike and even mean similar things, wouldn't life make much more sense if they rhymed?

But anyway, in the end, what does it matter. In the end your body becomes food for the worm and whatever it is that makes us human goes off somewhere to do something.

So that's something to ponder, what does happen when that last gasp of life on Earth slips between the lips? What becomes of the immutable presence that all people have? Granted, some need to be muted, but still, aside from boy band members and writers for sit-coms, there is some sort of soul that isn't ready to rest.

Because after a lifetime on this planet, a soul really needs a break from the abuse heaped upon it. So what to do then?

Now I for one am quite certain in God and all that the Bible teaches us. But I think that a Creator that would give us such an inquisitive nature and a yearning for life would have something interesting planned for that time after the husk falls to the mulch pile.

My figuring is that our personalities are a reflection of our souls. I figure that your personality stays with your soul and has a bearing in what goes on later. Like maybe some hick like me gets to float around the universe, checking stuff out. Maybe even flinging an arrow at some crazy 9 legged deer on the planet Herpetroid in the far away galaxy of Whatchamacallit. Maybe if your true heart's desire is to paint, you get to play with new colors, even new dimensions, on a canvas woven by Angels.

I dunno.

So I sit here and ponder, and wonder, at the beautiful possibilities of life.