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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Causality

No regrets. Everything happens for a reason. Not that i believe in fate or anything, but that other choice you wish you'd taken, forget about it. Right after making it, you'd have died. Instead, you're alive and well.

Seriously tho. So many paramters exist around us that have a direct impact on our lives, it's mindboggling. By picking up that pencil for that hot co-worker, which you only did because your headache is over, which is only over because margaret remembered to buy aspirins, which she only did because bob died and didn't raid the petty cash box for donut money, ... yea, you get the jist of it.

No regrets. Live in the moment, and poetic crap like that.

Life

What is life? Pointless, at the very core. I mean in this in the most un-apathetic way. Once you realize how pointless it is, is when you can start being truely happy. Happy and enlightened. By all means, that pony is really cute, but do you want to spend your life designing pony clothes? Is that a well spent lifetime? Yes and no. No in the let's-all-pitch-in-and-advance-humanity sense of things. Yes, in that life is pointless and it doesn't matter what you do, as long as you're happy about it. Don't fret over playing too many games, and don't worry about what other people think of those habits that are unacceptable by societys standards. You may die tomorrow anyway, and that knitting-fetish of theirs isn't so hot either. You know that, they don't.

I know life is really pointless. It allows me to do certain things and not feel bad about it. I'm happy.

Girltraps

Girls are traps. Distractions in life, sucking you away from your designated path. Vortexes, if you will. The forces of our genetic material and the chemicals that are involved in forming romantic relationships are overwhelming and will trumph any drive and willpower you may possess. Don't wear your heart on your sleeve. Find joy in life other than keeping company in the other sex.

Information!

What's "information"? There's so much information outthere, in all weird forms and shapes. Smells, sounds. Information reaches out to you from all angles of time and space. From the future, by deduction or prediction... from the past through concentrated personal tales. Information gets lost in time. What to grab? When to grab it? Mostly we're unaware of our own potential and the information we might be able to comprehend. A unified equation for the workings of the entire universe? It's there.

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