Aleph Null

Blue turquoise setting on the finely lit sea Darkness and Desperation gone once more The illumine of hours past hold no comfort Fore greater light shines again Children play, Babies titter Adults function, Teenagers chitter Rumor mill goes round and round In the end, nothing is to be found Darkness Rang, Darkness warns Ocean Blue shouts its name Never ending chase of the Two The withering grin of one's own Verve, Mirth, Reckless Creatures of Ebony waken Blood, Flesh, Fear! chant they Darkness Welcomes his fruit Neglected comfort begged to be of service All huddled together for solace Stories in whispers, Slayings in roarings I am no place but in my mind ------------------------------ Strapping Young Lad - Relentless ------------------------------

I was looking at images on the web, and this image struck me. What are we in this world? Mere shadows of the shoes we walk in? Nothing? Are our footsteps all we leave behind in this world? Do the paths we walk mean anything to our descendants? Did the roads our ancestors took leave marks on our generation? I would love to have a positive answer to these questions. But in times like these, many times these question have a negative quonotation.

If you viewed someone's life through pictures, and you didn't know any better, you'd think peoples lives were always happy. If God existed, and he tried to talk to us about his plan, or why he does the things he does, we probably wouldn't understand it, like an ant not being able to understand why humanity does what they do. I saw an episode of "How I met your Mother". In it, they explain that girls in groups always seem hotter than when looked at individually. Today, I tried this out, and it was true. We should teach logic in school, it seems most people cannot grasp simple concepts. There is an odd beauty in something so foreign to ourselves Twice Death, Once Life Why are people so preoccupied with death, and when it comes, non are willing to accept it? I can't remember to forget you He had decided to live forever, or die in the attempt. -Josheph Heller -Why do you love me? -I don't know, my heart never gave me a choice. ---- -I wish i had a small bo...