The breath of life is circulating around this room. It moves from one chest to another. We are all experiencing a similar breath of life, but yet each breath is distinct. We all breath in the same way, but think, live, and move quite differently. I am continually intrigued by this distinction. To think that everyone in this room has their own views, perspectives, preferences, beliefs, thoughts, projects, and their own life.
It amazing to realize that in any given moment there are billions of us all living in our own creativity. We may pull some things from others that we encounter, but the fact that we are ourselves astounds the core of who I am. Just as the thousands of books lining these walls have thousands of things so say, so we, in our distinct nature, have our own stories to tell. This, I believe, will always baffle me, just as will the nature of God, but I cannot help being thankful that these pages will never be anyone else’s.
*Excerpt from my journal on 7-30-11, while I was observing people in the library*