Remembering, Now

I'm not sure about many things in Life. I suppose as one gets older some things about human nature become 'expected' while others seem to encourage mystery. I managed to survive the dawn of the 21st century and I have seen people die in car accidents, suicides, racism, wars and war mongering, a first ever Black President and on the same token a regressive Black culture. Music has hailed to the masters of old, originality and the "Cool" are things of the past, fashion is nothing more than resurgence and Architecture is now the playground of computer aestheticists. My youth has distanced itself enough for me to look at it, to relive the mistakes and paths I took, the promises broken and the dreams that have faded away. I think about my childhood friends (I wonder what they are doing now?), our house, our neighborhood in the four seasons---the best was at Christmas time, the clear winter nights where the moon made the snow look like diamonds; and the Christmas lights, and the promise of all those toys my brother and I have gotten. I realize I do not want to die. I want to see the future. I want to live to find out my true potential. There are so many questions I have. Now I just read that astronomers in Europe discovered 32 planets outside our solar system!!!

I'm not sure about many things in Life. I don't have answers... "Questions are evolutionary. Answers are History." a Rabbi once told me. "Knowledge is its own path. It has its own rules and many of us are never prepared for the destination. What happens if Man Knows? Where would His desire be?"