Awakening from sleep in the morning, I realize I’m still alive.
Whatever may have transpired during the night wasn’t strong
enough to take me away, not even the mystery moon itself.
Even though it may often seem wearingly familiar, each day
we all set out on another new adventure into the unknown
which will add another chapter to the book of life itself.
Neurons in mammalian brains are producing Biophotons
which appear in the visible spectrum, but are also entangled
on the quantum level, linking consciousness with light itself.
Rather than arguing about whose description of reality
is superior, or which religious sect will get one enlightened
quicker, why not bow down and surrender to love itself?
People will do almost anything in the hope it will make them
happy at last, though the truly wise will recognize that they
have always already been nothing else but happiness itself.
Now, if I should choose to add something extra to the way
things are, something superfluous for a mere verbal effect,
I might conclude by saying “Everything happens by itself.”