A Thought.

September 24, 2010

I have heard it said that we are as ants to God. Not so -- we are as thoughts. Given attention, we exist; left to our own devices, we vanish. Sustained, we are unending; but fleeting in solitude. The ant is outside our own process, separate and alien. The thought is within us, such that the terms ``father'' and ``mother'' fall flat. Progenitor, creator, bearer, sustainer -- the thought owes all to us, and we nothing to it. Its very existence is a monument.