She Doesn't Exist!
I am looking at her picture, but she doesn't exist. Not that she has
disappeared. She just never was. I came across her picture in one of the files I
had in my attic. Whenever I say "my attic" I expect to hear the theme from the
"Twilight Zone."That's how bad it is. I should say "was." I just ventured into
it over the weekend and began to clear it out. That's when I found her. Back in
the Fall of 1993, Time Magazine published a picture of a woman on their
cover. She wasn't "woman of the year," or some famous actress.
Next to her picture are these words..."Take a good look at this woman. She was
created by a computer from a mix of several races." That was enough for me to
purchase a copy. I actually spent hours just looking at her because she looked
so real. The thought that she never existed and all rational thought of how she
was created by a computer, made no difference to me. Over the years I forgot
where I put this magazine. I wanted to share it with others but couldn't find
it in "The Attic!"
Can you hear the music? 17 years later she reappears. Now I remember why I was
so intrigued by her. I see her in a different way. I believe there are two of
me. The person I am and the person I could be. One exists and the other is
imagined. The truth is, in order for me to become that other me I need to create
it in my mind. Otherwise it will never be. It is the image of me that God sees
and exists only in the possibility that I see it, too. The difference is...she
never was and never will be. I am and I can be all that God sees in me. In the
end will God's image of me exist? That's really up to me.