It seems like that should be a simple question to answer: If I can see it, hear it, or touch it then it must be real, right? But what if this way of thinking is limiting my ability to look beyond what is obvious and view my existence with new eyes?

I would like to think that the ongoing story of the universe is a tale about human imagination. That would be a romanticized narrative with the capacity to take seriously everything we see before. But is it all that there is to understand?

Here is an example of what I am talking about: Anthropologists ask, “What is it like to live is someone else’s world?” In a way, it is the moral compass of their specialized efforts. They are the curious souls who live among us. Truthfully, from time to time, they come across as being intense, in addition to being skillfully meddlesome. At the end of the day, it is understandable, because we recognize that they meticulously probe everything. Afterall, they are seeking the most primitive of all answers to what it is like to walk in someone else’s shoes.

Somehow, I see my expedition into the world of souls as equivalent to that of an Anthropologist. I also become curious whenever I am confronted with a clouded view of an alternative world I cannot tangibly see, feel, or hear. That is why I find myself with very few solid answers, while exploring the world of souls through the imaginings of another. In the end, it continues to be imperative that I search out proxies to assist in plotting the required route that was necessary to find my answers.

This is what I believe: It is likely that at some point, all of us will have a real time reckoning with the world we occupy. During those moments, we will be measured by who we have grown into and how far along the path we have traveled. Further, if we believe in a world beyond what we can envision, it is also possible that how we have navigated those happenings will have an unavoidable impact – positive or negative.

Regardless of how this plays out, I hope for the opportunity to let go of what my ego says I am. I look forward to my privately held moments becoming transformed with the intent to open myself up and see everything in unique and unusual ways.

In the end, I dream of an animated return to a child’s mind – one opened and cleansed by humility, kindness, and attention. With any luck, such an undertaking will be worth the wait.