I Asked The Stars

I walked outside tonight with the pooch for her before bed potty stop. It was still and humid and warm. The kind of night that we will see less and less of as the weather begins to shift. I took a moment to notice the feel of the air. To recognize the joy of walking out in flip flops, shorts and a t-shirt. I will be longing for that freedom in a couple of months when there will be need to wrap up with jacket, hat and mittens.

I looked up at the sky. The clouds from the evening had drifted on to new horizons, revealing twinkling stars above. And when I stood looking up at the enormity of the sky a question quite literally popped into my mind.

In all the years of human existence, all the billions of people who have come and gone, is it possible that every thought has already been thought? And do we just continue to recycle and modernize?

I think it is possible that the words original and thought should not be put together anymore.

What can continue to be original is the personality you bring to the thought. Fingerprinting it with your own brand of you.