Time travel

Part of the problem with being an avid reader is remembering that even if life is like a book, it is a book that is not yet finished.

The wonder of life leads me to believe that I have only touched the surface, so even as I gobble up everyone's thoughts and opinions, I look for the secrets others have missed.

Believing that life is more than the eye can see and maybe even more than the mind can comprehend is a large part of who I am.

I want to know if I have kindred spirits in time and space and what they both thought and experienced.  I need to know that I am not a duck out of water, but simply a swan who has many options.

Books are my preferred form of time travel.  I look at the thoughts, the imaginations, the soul, poured out by people who felt it was important to get it down and out and I wonder how my own life will pan out.

But while I am here, the inconceivable miracles of living never cease to amaze me.