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    dots Submission Name: Ad Infinitum, til it endsdots

    Author: Flynn
    ASL Info:    24/M/MI
    Elite Ratio:    3.77 - 74/123/48
    Words: 484
    Class/Type: Random Thoughts/Serious
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       The rambling thoughts of an Irish immigrants great grandson.

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    dotsAd Infinitum, til it endsdots

    I have been thinking.

    Consider this.
    Whether or not we were created by God, as I believe, we were all born.

    Born from generations of extremely unlikely (indeed, nigh impossible) circumstances.
    From the first generation, men and women have met and loved, and from that love or perhaps lust, our ancestors were born.
    And the cycle continued, over thousands of years and generations to this one point, this one extremely unlikely circumstance in which you, who ever you are, was born.

    And even still through the lives of others and the interactions between them comes this point. The one where I type this revelation onto a website created by some intrepid fellow and in which you for whatever reason have visited, frequent, and write. And read.

    And for whatever reason you clicked on my profile and read this entry.

    And then life goes on.
    And one day you will meet someone and perhaps one day have a child.

    And thus the cycle continues.

    Life itself is a circumstance we cannot fathom. We all have an explanation. God created Adam and Eve (this is mine). We evolved from goop, from apes, and from neanderthals. We are cyclically born into new bodies until we reach Nirvana. And we simply are.

    No matter the belief, it is impossible to comprehend.

    But not appreciate.

    I was born from generations of Irish farmers you sought a better life for their children, and oneday visited Ellis Island with wide eyes and big dreams. Their children moved to West Michigan, and through time, I was born.

    I met people here who changed this inconsequential and meaningless life into something that, in some small way, matters. I met and loved, and loathed and abused a girl named Amber. I met a redeemer named Leah, and love her still, protect her still, and guard her still. I fell in love with and nearly married Anna, I lost her to mere circumstance and now her bloodline continues from the seed of another. I fucked up a thing I had with Kate. I found a life partner (in some small sense) in Helen, whom through unique circumstance -ah that word of the day it seems- I have come to love and depend on. I met a man named Daniel, who taught me to love Music and believe in God. I met Cody, a shrimpish man, whom is like my older little brother. I joined the army, and may one day soon give my life for a strange Iraqi child born to the harsh reality of war.

    In short I am, because of those who were and are. And as are we all.

    And unfathomably, all of this has happened. And so will happen again, and again, until one day it can occur no more.

    Such is the way of things.

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      I have touched,
    Therefore, I am.
    I have hated,
    Hence, I remain.
    I have loved and been loved,
    So I shall ever be.

    I know this is an older write but it is no less valid for it. Contemplation is good for the soul. Hopefully your circle continues on in ways that make you happy. I'm glad you found your Daniel and God. I've always thought that no relationship was all bad, because it makes you into the person you are.

    It was good to see you here!
    | Posted on 2015-02-11 00:00:00 | by jaycee | [ Reply to This ]
      A likely story. Thanks for sharing. It reflects depth of thought and a real sense of connection & historical continuity.
    | Posted on 2013-02-21 00:00:00 | by CrypticBard | [ Reply to This ]

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