Where do my thoughts arise? How am I able to think, I must write this today? How do I think thoughts that bring tears to my eyes? Where do I store the sacred words that let me pray? Or bring memories that make my happiness glow? What makes me foolish–or wise? Where does my body get its commands to make my heart beat, my nails grow? Where do I begin my smiles,my sighs? Which part of my body would contain my being? Where, in this mass of flesh and bone, do I live…beyond hearing and seeing? I will never know…..
Life consists of small,unexpected pleasures.