The only thing that makes any sense...

"Given the fact that none of us knows how we got here or what comes next, the only thing that makes any sense is -WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER."

The Universe

Balls bouncing - Bam! Bam! Hands slapping - Fwap! Fwap! Shoes squeaking - Eek! Eek!

The men are short and stocky, with coal black crew cuts, big guns, and thighs of steel. The room shines like a cathedral.

I watch, my eyes darting back and forth with the ball. Bam! Slap! Ugh. Swish...

A thought bubble forms above my head. A question: WHY?

Why build? Why play? Why watch?

Panic swoops in. My abdomen surges. Why? Why build rooms with slick slats of wood in which to run and jump, brick and swish? Why take a 30 inch ball and toss it at a hoop ten feet in the air hoping it falls through? Why stand here and watch?

Like ants marching on a beach ball going no where, we know almost nothing about this blue green orb we inhabit. We know almost nothing about How, or Who, or Why.

Looking around I struggle to decide: Is this sublime or is it insane?

Slowly, a door opens in my mind and behind the door in a sea of clouds is not quite an answer:

Given the fact that none of us knows how we got here or what comes next, the only thing that makes any sense is -

WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER.