One Minds' Book of Incomplete Thoughts

Life. A magical space of wonder. A gift of endless possibilities. Life itself, an incomplete thought. We busy ourselves with endless tasks and self-induced responsibilities. Never fully reaching a definitive conclusion to our purpose. The wholeness of physical presence is far too vast. No one method, or path, truly holds the infinite layers of our existence. It is always incomplete. This is validated by our ill designed, self imposed, state of ‘living’. Even after we depart, a part of us lingers