Secret

The modern condition of the human race is such a disorienting place to be that sometimes I forget how marvelous every moment of breath can be. What ever spiritual or scientific explanation you choose to hold on to, you arrive in this world. And so before we even draw our first breath of oxygen every single cell of our body knows what it is to do. The mission is survival. Every fiber and sinew in our glorious bodies stretches and pumps and processes to keep us living. Our purpose on this planet is to live. If you happen to find joy in the doing, then you have truly unlocked the secrets of the ages. And should you find love, even the tiniest bit of love. . . then even the secrets of the universe seem to lose their luster.

I've got a secret. I am filthy rich with love.