I was coming home from my night class last night when something occurred to me. And I've been restless ever since.
The cure for cancer? It's out there somewhere.
It could be in that weird looking tree branch you just threw for your neighbor's dog to fetch.
It could be in that weed you just uprooted with revulsion from your vegetable garden.
It could be in the pit of the peach you ate for a snack, which you tossed out without giving it a second thought.
It could be anywhere.
And that scares me.
Have we really left no stone unturned in our search for it?
What if it's right under our noses and we can't see it?
What if it's like not being able to find the peanut butter jar, when it's right there in front of you? When you go through the entire cupboard, reaching past the jar every single time, until you finally dejectedly declare that you are out of peanut butter?
What if it's right under our noses and we can't see it?
What if it's like not being able to find the peanut butter jar, when it's right there in front of you? When you go through the entire cupboard, reaching past the jar every single time, until you finally dejectedly declare that you are out of peanut butter?
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