Life's Paradoxes

I'm organizing my writer's scribbles - those thoughts that burst and have to be caught on paper. I have endless notes on endless scraps of paper which I'm trying to organize into some rhyme or reason.

Here's one I scribbled a few months ago. I remember now I wrote it for a script.

“What are you doing here?” 

“I came for you. I came to find the answers.” 

“But you know the answer already. How else could you have gotten here?”

It's a script for a spirit journey. Does it sound familiar to you?