I muse about my existence.

Updated: Dec 27, 2020

I sometimes stroke my beard and cast my eyes upwards and I try to understand what I am and where I am. The answer lately is that I'm an incredibly lucky inhabitant of this Earth in this infinite Universe. Of all the atoms and millions of molecules which exist in this Universe what are the chances that I'm a collection of molecules able to contemplate my existence? I have a body that supports a mind, but that body is disgustingly inadequate to support my thoughts for long. I try for clear thoughts, but external events keep interfering, and the aches and pains and concern for my loved ones bring me "down to Earth" so that my thoughts about the "Universe" are forgotten. So I guess I am destined to trod the muck of this Earth, which keeps sucking at my feet.

7 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All


by Michael Dean Cook 11-28-16 A Haiku The Special Gift "It's the thought that counts." I searched for the gift that says... I think well of you.


A Haiku BREEZES by Michael Dean Cook 1--22-21 Summer breezes will Rustle through the green leaves. I listen and watch.


A statement about free will. THY ROD AND STAFF By Michael Cook 12/30/20 “Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me”. The rod is to prod me on to the pastures you see. The staff is to drag me back to yo

Heading 1


© 2023 by The Book Lover. Proudly created with