Is my purpose simple continuous contemplation? Is my purpose to find a place where I do not think and just exist - is that not a little bit like not existing at all?!

I can see that I reach beyond contemplation into the tepid waters of wonder. I wonder all the time. Wonder sparks my imagination, and there, in my imagination I envision things, create scenarios, evoke new feelings, such as fright, then, what if i were to be smashed?! Ah!

But then again, there is delight. What if there was music to jiggle to? I can imagine a beat, a little jazz.

There, here in this wondering, this imagining, this is where I feel the most peace and joy.
But - is this it? Is this the point?

I am only an aspic tasked with the questions of the greatest of aspics.