While sitting inside the red car that has carried me nearly 100,000 miles, I read Saramago’s Death with Interruptions and begin to think about the origin of life, because I do believe there is only one origin, not two or three or four, but one. From this single origin came life as we know it, or rather, as I know, life as I know it, because the life that you know is without a doubt very different from the life I know. You have only to consider my eyesight compared to yours, my strength compared to yours, my hearing compared to yours, my location compared to yours, my health compared to yours, my history compared to yours to understand that we know life differently. We have different viewpoints, different stories, different networks. But I am out to say more than just that we’re different. The reason why I stopped reading Saramago’s Death with Interruptions, which I find highly entertaining, to open my MSi Wind and write in my Everything Computer.txt, is because I felt a need to say that I believe in a unifying energy that I happen to call Dear Lord simply because I was raised Catholic. I am a cradle Catholic, as I‘ve said before, and there is nothing I can do to change this, barring time travel and heavy persuasion. But I do not want to change this. I am who I am. I am what I am. I am how I am. And I enjoy nothing more in life than working with who, what, and how I am. To change any of these birth rights would only leave me without any sense of identity. Not that I have a strong sense of identity, but at least I know who, what, and how I am, as I am, at the age of 30, which is no different than any other age except for the fact that I‘ve lost a heartbeat in my MHR, which is a nifty acronym for Maximum Heart Rate. Again I‘ve been derailed by my own meandering mind. Let me get back on course. The reason why I stopped reading Saramago while I sit in the red car that has carried me for nearly 100,000 miles, is because I felt a strong need to say that I believe there is an explanation for all things in life. There is a scientific explanation for everything. As time moves in however many directions it moves in at once, forward being one of them, our collective human minds will discover explanations for everything that was previously unexplainable, mysterious, unknown. Summits will reunite, labs will stay in business, artists will continue to create until everything, even the most obscure and unreachable, has been pinpointed. People will have the answers, or they will be able to source the answers. This will happen with or without belief in a unifying force that I, because of my Catholic upbringing, happen to call Dear Lord.

Frequency of the word I = 35.

Tags: ::SCIENCE & PHILOSOPHY::, ::SPIRITUALITY::, bullshit, death with interruptions, deep thought, in search of truth, jose saramago, mhr, pondering, thinking

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It’s important to believe in yourself.

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The problem with music is that it makes every place the same.

I would say more, but I find that whenever I say more,

I undermine myself. So,

I’ll leave it at that.

Tags: ::SCIENCE & PHILOSOPHY::, bullshit, deep thought, in search of truth, pondering, thinking

I was going to write about how awesome and corrupt Wikipedia is, I was going to begin with something about Jimmy Wales being alive in our time, I was going to point out that we live in the time of Jimmy Wales, corrupter of fact, founder of Wikipedia, which will be around forever, long after Jimmy Wales has passed the ghost. But then I got to listening to Kesha singing in her weird way, singing about her junk,

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and that’s when it occurred to me. I said, We need to stop using the word junk so liberally. I said, You know that it can also mean male genitalia. I said, Not only that, junk can also mean heroin. So many words, I said, we have access to so many words, and yet we insist on using the same exact word, pronounced in the same exact way, to mean many different things, or at least as many as it takes until the word can become its own sentence. More specifically, until

Junk junk Junk junk junk junk Junk junk, is grammatically correct.

Tags: ::SCIENCE & PHILOSOPHY::, bullshit, deep thought, in search of truth, pondering, tape show, thinking

It’s nice writing next to a Christmas tree. Just having a Christmas tree inside your house is nice. It smells up the place. Makes it merry. And then you turn on the white Christmas lights and you’re suddenly in Winter wonderland. Such an easy way to brighten up your time on Earth. I highly suggest getting a Christmas tree. It doesn’t have to be crazy. A manageable tree will do, prim and modest in proportions. Welcome a Christmas tree into your house. Bring a chunk of nature into your house. Let it live there. Let it care for you. And don’t forget to care for it. Decorate and dress it. Live around it. Let it witness another side of life. Make the relationship between you and your Christmas tree symbiotic. Mutually beneficially. I will be sad when the tree leaves. But that’s the price the tree pays for being transported. What if I were suddenly uprooted, taken from my home and plopped down somewhere else entirely, where I did not belong, where I could not thrive. Why would anything like this happen to me?

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