The Nature of Our Nature

How is it we are drawn towards the better angels in our minds, the ones that lift and help us drift beyond our space and time? What causes us to question who we are and whence we came; the reason for existence writ large, from stars to drops of rain? Who was the first man, woman, child to shift their gaze up high, and feel the stir of something deep and loving in the sky? And why do we keep asking Who, what, why, when, and where, will we ever find the answer to what lies beyond thin air? Why ask about those old dead Greeks and the way they lived back then? Who cares about lost empires, and their enemies and friends? Why be concerned with philosophy, archeology, science, math? Could there be a Master Mind somewhere that set us on this path? As humans, who like angels, too often barely comprehend, the nature of our nature is to rise like vapor, to ascend. And thus, we keep on questioning and beckoning to know, the reason we keep asking, is in our hearts and blood that flows… Hidden treasures in our veins, raging rivers of insight, with all the answers we’ll ever need lay in slumber late at night.