To be, or not to be is out of the question. I be… so not to be is no longer a choice. To be is one of the many gifts I’m given… among them, too, is time.
In my time so far, I’ve been given many gems of moment… jewels to perceive and embrace. Some still sparkle in my sight… some are no longer in reach… but each exists in one or more of the many glorious moments I have been given.
If a thing can be conceived, it can be. I was conceived, therefore I can be. What I conceive can be as well. If it only exists in my time… it will be in time as I am. If it exists in the time gift of another… it may always be.
