Puttering In the Mind

Today I thought of thought itself, of all its joys and failings to be sure, but mostly of the wonder that they take me to, the countless things that open to my sight in ways that I had never seen before. I need not die before I see them thunder in before me, even though I know that death itself will not presume to shut them down. That is the glory of it; everyone may share. Saints and kings will prosper and will fall. Perhaps. But I am just a dilettante. My putterings are little miracles and always there to take me through. Oh yes, there is one caveat and that is consciousness but that too is a miracle and floats upon us as a lagniappe, totally gratuitous...hmmm just like all the rest. ~