On Being Human

Oh, what a joy to be a tree and always know what you will be Or to be born a dog, or cat, But to be human, what is that? Examples run the gamut--- saints to sinners, without limit No amount of contemplation explains the maddening variation It's nature's most elusive mystery… Who am I and what are we? We've searched for answers through the ages Looked to gurus, preachers, sages. The time has come to stop and look not to teachers, not in a book, but into our own hearts–now that's the trick– to become aware of what makes us tick. — Rose Mary Glass