Big Lake

      I was sitting alone last Spring in the new lunchroom of the Plaza Super One, looking out on a beautiful afternoon on the Big Lake, when a feeling came over me. (A feeling often does, looking out on the Big Lake,) I am not sure if Ii can put this feeling into words, but I want to try. It was the shank of the afternoon, and there was no one else around. I was simply killing some time before I was to attend an unpleasant social event - thed kind of gathering for which I am not particularly well-designed. thus distracted, I was open to random and stray thoughts.
      Looking at the Big Lake, and thebblooming greenery of late Spring that surrounded it, I pondered deep and significanrt things. I thought about the connectedness of all things; everything together of the same substance or matrix as myself. I thought further about how this planet, around our sun, drew together all those molecules and acuids and energies to bing me forth on Earth. It is the same combination of all those ingrediants which has gone to make up every other single person on this orb.
      I saw the birth of the unique individual that I am as an inevitability, and I saw the Earth as my heritage and my progenitor. I felt that I belong here. The Earth; indeed the whole swirling universe conspired to bring me into existence, like it has done for everyone. How could it not? I was a possibility that existed, so I arrived. In this way, each soul of us, chemically, physically, and metaphysically, is a symptom, representative of the inevitability of life.
      It made the evening that followed more tolerable; some of these new people of which I came in contact were actually very nice. I accepted the rude dismissal of a couple of the others, who seemed to be involved in this event as a way of validating their social ranking. They were pond scum. The friendly people; the good ones, (including one or two folk I knew,) made up for thgat, and from them, I was able to rescue the evening and enjoy most of it.
      My lakeside respite had provided me with insights of a form of realityt which strengthened me in that alien social situation. I customarily feel a little off, a little outside of it all, in those noshing and kibitzing social events. No crime; I've learned to adapt. But Gitchie Goomiew gave me a personal stake in my own existence. That is the truth of it; a part of my inevitability.
      The Big Lake doesn't care. This I knew. The full moon overhead that night couldn't give a damn. The universe? Perhaps if it is, as some theorize, a cognizant universe, there could be a satisfaction in its ability to combine the DNA strands to birth each one of us. But since, as a non-thinking process it has no concerns, anything beyond that is irrelevant. I liks that thought.