I was thinking about the impossible dream
I was puzzling over it a lot
I was doing some very serious thinking
How impossible is the impossible dream, I wondered?
Is it very impossible?
Is it only a tiny bit impossible?
These are some of the thoughts I was thinking. I was thinking them in the privacy of my own head, which is where I usually do my thinking
But not always though. Not always…
I winked at myself in the mirror as I said this –
A big slow wing, a meaningful wink
I was sharing a joke – a joke I could not ever hope to understand
What is life all about, I asked myself?
Why do we get born?
What was the point of that?
Those were also some of the questions that I had running around in my head. No shortage of questions. Plenty there to be getting on with…
No one can deny that we do get born – I think we can all agree on that!
We can all agree about that. All of us here – all of us sitting here at this big long table. We can all agree on that, although I don’t know if we will. Possibly we will
In my imagination, I can see all of us solemnly nodding in agreement with each other
Solemnly, solemnly, solemnly
We all nod our heads, we all nod our heads – a valid point has been made and no one can deny it…
Art: Stargate SG-1