"Life is a story told by a fool, full of sound and furry, signifying nothing"
Shane, I have to agree with you. Life is a precious thing but it's not directed at any thing. It is inherently chaotic and unfair. The only way to appreciate it is love. Love it even though it sucks really hard sometimes. The point of life isn't to be happy. It's to be alive and being alive isn't sitting in a dark room or indulging in hedonistic pleasures: being alive is being totally, unapologetically yourself.
The question is... who are we? : )
That's the question we'll be answering all our lives.
We'll all unique. Every atom of the universe is horrifyingly individual, every person astounding. I think that's the only thing we really need to know about ourselves. It makes us valuable. We're not worthless.
That's what I need to tell myself. But it doesn't really work : )
I could answer this question with an enigma of information, but I'll spare thee... Actually I won't.
It is my belief that the year is somewhere in the distant future probably 62415 or so. And the Apocalypse has already happened. To save humankind our consciences where uploaded as programs onto the greatest super computer ever built deep underground in case of another Apocalypse. Now it just sits their emulating what we know as the present till the apocalypse happens again over and over again.
Fucked up ain't it, or and no. I'm not a conspiracy theorist. ![]()


