Imagine going through all that to reach a dead end?

God said, “Blessed are the poor.” Why do we want to be rich?

I know you’re there. So, let’s be real.

I was four. I remember the snow.

About to explode!

A devastating thought clogged my head…

I didn’t know.

A beautiful inheritance.

Is the world made of matter or of what matters?

Happy Trails ‘ole Buddy