Reflections
The winding road of life
Takes me from project to project …
I wander along these dusty roads,
Encountering friends and sometime foes,
I can’t help contemplating
Upon the purpose of my existence.
Is there some hidden meaning here …
Is there some magic power?
Can the Universe be swayed by us …
The babies of the hour?
Yet many walk in haunty bliss
Sure of the importance of their thoughts
Bastet wonders and thinks as she observes the sky:
Compared to eternity
What is a gnat’s life?
(C) G.s.k. 14
Because I can... 
Beautiful!