Life Is Is

Life is a poor player that frets his hour upon the stage, and is heard no more... Life is: a highway; what you make of it; something we take for granted; a gift and a curse; begins at conception or birth; a one-time deal or something we do again and again... and again and again; heaven-sent or a happy accident (condoms did not yet exist at the time of the Big Bang); the offspring of what remained after the flood in the oceans and Noah's ark or always evolving since our favorite grand-father-or-mother "The First Living Cell”; Life is a noun—a word signifying a thing or rather many things, or perhaps it is their special quality of being? Is the question of life more important than the answer? Does life have a goal? Aspirations? Does it hustle for dreams of becoming a successful entrepreneur? Dream job? A 401k? Does life, a life, become contained within a dash between two years engraved in dead marble or stone? Is my life destined to end? ...yes. But life, which has not always been, and may not always be, is, being, us, right now, and for me, for life, this is exactly enough. Cheers To Us! To Life!