Being alone is like riding a bike where the gears are disconnected from the wheels. No matter how hard you try and no matter how fast the cogs spin 'round you just don't really seem to go anywhere.

• Don't go trying to save other peoples if you can't save your own people.
• Freedom is more important than security and infinitely more important than the perception of security.
• We cannot create new forms of life without an understanding of death, fear, desire, and pain.
  

The human mind processes everything into symbols and meaning is simply the way that those symbols relate to each other within our minds (i.e. the context of those symbols).  Meaning is not communicated directly.  It is only capable of being communicated because people have similar contexts for their symbols due to the commonalities of human ( Read more... )

Sometimes, when I stare off at things, circles have more than 360 degrees.

What are words?
They are
little windows
into ourselves.

A warm day at the beginning of autumn with a crystalline, azure sky. A breeze blows gentle across the still-verdant grasses. The trees seem tired and have fewer leaves than earlier in the season, ready for their long sleep. The musty scent of dead leaves is on the warm air.

Of what import is life?
Does it exist to tell us that even murderers, rapists, and blasphemers can be loved?
Is it to tell us that we must make our own way in existence?
That truth is more than logic and more than we can possibly imagine?
To display the power of some omnipotent being?
Or does it simply tell us that nothing is real at all?

I don't know.
Do ( Read more... )

Hiding under a rock won't let you hide from your own guilt, frustration, and self-loathing. There is nowhere that you can hide from these things.

I do love the place that dreams hold in our reality (or perhaps I should say without our reality). I suppose that it is accurate to say that they are the borders of that which is without that which is. They are hope, beauty, the future, and the past. Only the present is not a sort of dream.

Life is beautiful.