While on a plane flying to Colorado Springs, I pondered the meaning of life.  These are some of the thoughts that I wrote down high above Missouri and Kansas.

I am a being with genuine, non-artificial intelligence.  I can think what I choose, not just what has been programmed into me by nature or by communication. 

I am not a living machine carrying a neck-top computer encased in my cranium.  I’m a soul man!

The thoughts I think, I think.  They are not just produced by the information processing of my brain.  I have a mind.  I am a me, living in my body — my earth suit.  I am an intangible being incarnated in this material world.

Yet, I am not the only one.  Anybody with normal human consciousness and intelligence perceives my statements about me to be also true about them, too.  (Even if they should deny my statements, they live like these ideas are true.)

We all live like our thinking is self-produced rather than merely produced by electrons zipping through the gray matter inside our skull.  Why?  Because it is!

We really are more than our bodies.  We are souls.  Our culture has forgotten that.

And so, forgotten and neglected, our souls languish in lethargy and denial.  With all our gadgets, our lives are blank.  What’s missing that can fill in the blank?  We need to find, nurture, and develop our s___!