Imagination

Moving.  The world is always moving.  There's a momentum that exists as a part of the greater system, and intrinsically as a part of all the rest of the systems.

In any system when you derive or syphone off, nay, convert the energy - you loose part of what drives the system.

I propose that in the greater system we are capable of siphoning the very energy that drives our planet / sun interaction.  Maybe even the whole solar system if we were to evolve so much.

See, in the system were we use magnets to spin and use energy in the air and rolling with the air, you magnetize the cables in such a way to the residual change is nominal.  You average electric motor.

Now in a a system in where you could funnel all of the electricity of a lighting strike into a power cell of such immense holding, the change would be a loss of residual electrons and positrons in the environment.  Does our sun partially cause lighting?  Very possibly.  Would holding that and storing it cause a change in our planet's interaction with the Sun?  Maybe.

Take in account for the changing of the from of carbon chain in its various forms (oil, coil, etc), the impedes a very noticeable living system.

Obviously by observing the observable alone we change our environment, and by using and manipulating it, we again cause a similar effect, how can we then use and make one with the environment without bending it over backwards?  In this last case I mean environment omnigorically.  That might be a new word, but what I intend to convey is the idea that your environment also contains you.

that I've been doing better?

I am doing better.  Two jobs, those are the ones that pay me every two weeks like clockwork.  It's kinda of nice.  The other job is for the boss that I live with now.  He's been one of the coolest people in my life, doing things that I would've never expected him to.  Seeing a life and a future that's akin to an age old friend; one even from previous lifetimes.  This makes him not only a brother, but a father, and a friend.  It's great, but once you have flown the coup, you must stay outside the nest.  My real Dad wants me to live with him but to change the fiber of who I am to accomplish that.  Not what I am willing to do.

Ya, this ones not going to be all fun and games.  Kind of wish it was, hopefully I can end it that way.

What are you willing to do to get what you want?

Change your religion to get desired result in life?

Change who you are to be better accepted?

Change your look so people feel more at ease around you?

Once I learned that I had a certain way that I appreciated, it became my future and my say on how things develop.

This is true for anyone realizing method and the way.  It is you whom you must be and not that which people wish to form you into.  Surveying their logic to see why they gave such advice, applying positive suggestion where possible, can help you see you might agree with their point of view.  If you can't comprehend their motive then pray-tell that they would listen to you.

I can honestly say, if someone is not going to listen to me, then I may never listen to them.  When taught to communicate, I learned that one must ask or illicit information on the topic that the person is talking about to ensure they know that you are interested.  I find this funny as most people don't do this.  They generally give a synopsis for their thought on the matter in a matter of fact sort of way.  Like their statement has total relevance and that their opinion is in fact correct.

Your parts are nothing more than the parts of our whole and you are merely looking at your arm and calling it all of your body.  You are not looking in the mirror.  Imagine a whole universe seeing itself in reflection and how it would be able to achieve and understand of what it was viewing.  Singularity.  Such a concept is mathematically difficult to comprehend and even further in human understanding to really know the state of matter that would be produced in such an effect.

In my search to better myself I have finally been contacted by my first head hunter.  A man contacted me via email and I responded quickly and surely.  We are working to move myself into a company near the Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri.  It sounds like quite a wonderful offer.  Several servers, the network, security, system resource management, and user support tier ii or iii probably.  The offer has been made to get me certifications and other glorious wondrous rewards.  May this door lead to a great opening and forward movement in my life.  I wish to use this opening to dawn new futures of my lives and make this world a better place.  As settlers of old set out into Oklahoma to claim their land and stake their name for the future of their family, I too wish to bring about all their is and can be for me.  Selfishly, I want.  Gladly I will give.

The habitated space between from whence you left to hence you arrive begins with meditated thought.

It could be said that, in the end, is how much you did with how little.

Class,

I have a rather interesting idea.  It is the idea of a better way of communicating extremely long distances.  I am not going to immediately go to my idea as I like to ramble a bit and I am figuring that not everyone will understand all the processes or the seriousness involved with this caliber of an idea.

For starters we have been using electromagnetic signals, basically light, to transmit information currently.  These signals are actually slow.  See here.

Radio signals (electromagnetic waves) go at approximately (in vacuum) 186,411.358 miles/sec (300000km/sec) and this is the same speed as light.  It would take about 4 to almost 22 minutes to transmit only the smallest piece of information from Earth to Mars depending on the distance they were from each other in our immediate Universe, SOL (even that is a very minute piece of our total SOL Solar System we are a part of).

Lets compute that as a part of transferring the data across different parts of our Universe.

Time for light from the Sun to hit Earth - 7 minutes.

Time for light from the Sun to hit Pluto - 5.5 hours.

Diameter of the Milky-Way = 100,000 light-years (same description of light)

Diameter of the Universe = 93,000,000,000 light-years (how many years it would take light at its constant speed to go from one side to the other)

Warning, this image will take forever to load, but gives a interesting impression on the understanding required to conceive of such a huge space.

Okay, we have a pretty good idea that there isn't any intelligent life within so many thousand light years of our immediate vicinity (this is a VERY highly debated item and as such I just throw out a number that sounds like they aren't next door).  It would be luck that a signal from them hit us anyway as we are moving around quite a bit within our own Solar System and Galaxy when it comes right down to it (a lot - read some of these articles that you find by size of the solar system and such on Google... incredible reads).

Yet we spend millions on huge antenna to listen and see what signals make it to us on the ground.  Does this seem stupid?  Actually, no, the idea isn't stupid, the method is however.  At least I think so.

Okay, what method would be good?

Glad you asked.  A Quantum Entangling Antenna.  A device that has a quantum synchronous variable frequency (using quantum tangled particles as a dial to tune the antenna to various objects out in space).  What we would be looking for is an overall device oscillation akin to what the object we are dialing in has.  Obviously some way to use this antenna to drive a signal generator and try out some of the data it is sending us.

Why a spoon brother? (Quote from Robin Hood - Real question: Why use a Quantum Entangled Frequency Antenna?)  The idea is that if you can tune quantum entanglement then you could tune to a specific frequency of entanglement.  Once you have your object tuned to it, you can pick up state changes or environment changes around it or within it.  This would be like opening a worm hole that you could tune to another worm hole anywhere in the galaxy.  What would come out of it?  Who knows?  The other part of this is, if you could do this, then you could use your Quantum Device like a radio and broadcast out information.  The neat thing.  It would go EVERYWHERE at ONCE.  Or so the idea begins that way.  Since with Quantum Entanglement is immediate, anything happening to one item, happens immediately to the other, you can just forget about the huge difference is distance between two objects and you could traverse HUGE distances in zero time.  Faster than light information travel.  This would be a MASSIVE information and technological breakthrough for our human civilization.

I have several hypothesis with this.

One, Black Holes have a Quantum nature that we haven't begun to look into.

Two, Quantum Entanglement exists at the heart or is part of the Black Hole nature.  Quantum Forces with some very specific forms of X-Ray Light are the few things that can get out of a Black Hole.

Three, Black Holes might be a form of intelligent life.

Four, if Intelligent Life exists out there, they would use Quantum Antenna to communicate with the rest of the Intelligent Life out there since it would be an immediate form of communication.

Now, who wants to start building one?

After talking to a physics learned man, I have more or less found out that there are about 12 different sub-atomic particles and of those, the different micro-quantum mechanics have to be exactly the same for the atoms that are being considered to be entangled (more correctly, for entanglement to be true - MANY NANOSCOPIC properties must be exactly the same along with other truths (we don't know yet)). As this is the case, for us to tune these aspects of an individual atom, for us to change the properties on the fly for the individual parts of an atom, we must progress MUCH father in our understanding of such matter. In other words, we barely understand protons, yet we used them for about all of our advanced nuclear and data related items.

Kind of like traveling on ice, but never understanding that if we melted it, we could drink it.

One of those funny things about feelings is that you can feel bad about them.  Why, you are human and it is human to feel things right?

Why should you feel bad about loving someone, it is not they who pretended to love you and then took it away.  They didn't tease you or hold out false promise.  You decided that you were going to love them unconditionally.  It was your choice.  You didn't demand or really think anything was GOING to come back, but hope is something to hold on for.  "Cliffhanger" might not be the best occupational choice here though.

It is also normal to hate this person at the same time as loving them.

Being hurt, disappointed, closed off.  Not everyone is capable of drawing out the multiple dimensions of the heart, but some are.  We love them so much we could hug their skin off, but hate them so much we want to punch them into next week.

All of these, all of those, emotions are normal so long as you are expressing what is in side of you and not just reacting to someone else's emotions.

If you express your emotions by reaction alone instead of feeling out what is inside of you and going on that journey of self discovery, finding your power creature, spider-monkey, and the girl that goes to the support group meetings too, having the best sex of your natural life, and getting to blow up the credit card franchise as your alter ego.

He tried to hold his back.  Fight Club was one of the few outlets for all that emotion, all of that competition, and all of that certainty.  One would win.

I will never feel bad for having loved.  I will never feel regret for closeness.  I want to one day share that with someone that is willing to share her's with me.

Could just be that my muscles are sore from lack of exercise or the same work-out for so long.

Either way, I've been up too long and deserve a good night's rest after a quite successful day today.

One nice thing I can say about living an empathy's life is that I've gotten to meet and entertain some very powerful personalities.  In this I've had the opportunity to gather life's goals from one experience at a time.  This collection is constant, I really don't ever stop, and like all good collections, I can't view all of it at once, but upon reflection I get new view points of the whole thing and how it all works.  Kind of like sitting outside yourself and looking in, seeing how the marble has been cut away or shaped with love or care or hate or lust.

Of these experiences, one has been quite a description that I have had the good chance of sharing with others as well.  Hopefully imparting the sheer wisdom, the cunning intelligence that is transferred upon illiciting a response, and the connections that get made in the the others mind.

The story of how two can exist in this world.

Granted some believe that there is a third in any relationship, God or god or the one, the source, the energy that we all are made up of is part of this relationship.  Lets take that ever so slightly for granted - especially if you believe we are merely reflections or hosts for that energy, then we are kind of like eyes looking at each other on the face of god.  The subject is beholding itself, we can forget about the third party for once, we are all one.

Now, in this idea of two that meet and want to spend the rest of their lives together, we have an idea of independence.  Who wants to become dependent?  Everyone and no-one.  It could be said that the everyone is because all like to be able to lean their head on someone else's shoulder at least once in their life, to say you don't means you either have too high of an ideal of yourself or you don't know how to accept help.  No-one really wants to accept help for their entire life though right?  They want to see the fruits of their achievements, they want to see the success of their efforts.  If you didn't then you must really not care for yourself or those you say you care about.  You wouldn't want to be the burden that they take on.

So herein lies the first part of this pleasant story about two trees growing in a forest.

The Oak tree and the Maple.  These trees might change after I talk to Dendrologist about the various features of said trees, but for now, Oak is strong and hard (male), the Maple... is a pretty name if you could imagine a tree-woman.

These two trees happen to grow from seeds that landed next to one another at the outside skits of a forest.  They have rooted themselves, quite unknowingly in the soil or the same system.  They have for lack of a better word, been fated together.  Some humans follow this same design, others say it is all chance, well, it was chance the seeds landed here, and here we are, they are growing.

As they grow, each tree notices that it must share the sunlight with the other.  Taking in too much sunlight means the other will wither and die for lack of energy, such would spoil the soil and honestly, leave the tree that's left, quite lonely.  If they share this light evenly, they will both reap the maximum benefit of its source.

Obviously they both must share the water, otherwise they will grow dry and die.  This isn't such a struggle above ground, but underground we see other things happen.  Root structures are like the branch structures funny enough and if you could flip most trees upside down, you would see the roots match the fullness of the branches, regardless of the tree (certainly an average here, but I've seen quite a few examples).  The roots must not choke the others roots.

What we see if how important space is around the continual growth that happens with any organism.  If you don't give the organism the proper space for it to grow, it will cause it to move to turmoil as it tries to make space for itself.

We have our two main sources for energy and the way for our pair to best use them.  The last yet, certainly not least, is the air that these trees take in.  This air is all around us, and it would be funny to think that one tree could use up too much of the other tree's oxygen or CO2, but let's think about when this source of life is instead a source of death.  These trees will have to weather a few storms in their lifetime of living and sharing themselves with each other.  If one is taking all of the storm, then it will surely snap or break or be blown over.  If one is hiding from the wind, then the other will get the malignant treatment and find it detrimental for certain.  It is important that both of these trees share the punishment, yet in their own way, help keep each other standing in the times of trouble.

Thus humans can be seen for the forest.

The lesson is surprisingly simple yet camouflaged in its difficulty.  To truly understand is the Tao accordingly what I know, this does mean, I am still learning how all of this applies.  The only way I know how to see it better is to one day at a time exercise the skill sets.  This one is like those relay races, you get better as your partners get better.  In that, we are fortunately trees that can choose where and what we live and grow next to.  We are lucky in this.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke… the pounding anthem plays. "Where was I going…" ah yes, I was heading to (class, my bike, a friend's house, to get my mail, to the club, or a place to eat). As this anthem goes, I know that it is time for me to move my feet, to head in the direction of the place in front of me. Sometimes, however, I lose my place on the page and have to re-focus to see and remember exactly where I was going. The drum beat sets the rhythm and in percussion I moved in the direction that I state. This level of attention to movement might seem a bit out of place for some, yet for me it is quite the norm. If I have something to distract myself with, then it doesn't seem to consume my attention quite as much, this action of walking and moving to my next place where I get to do more things that occupy my attention (play if you will, most things that occupy my attention at some level become a game to me, otherwise, they are boring). Beat, beat, beat, I hear another beat moving next to me. The first time this happened for me is probably before I can remember, I do not know for sure, the first time I had the chance and experience to feel out what I have taught the various pieces of me before moving them together was a vacation not too long ago, I flew a long distance and stayed in a couple homes. One of the homes I could feel the people of the house around me, I could hear their beats. Something like a heartbeat, more like a symphony of pounding melody. Not to lesson by describing this to ears that may not have a reference to recreate the action in their own thoughts, I could describe what happened as a symphony of the bodies that night. Now it seems that I can shift this beat as my own walking rhythm when I am moving and usually know the place of my foot before it falls. This beat of others is becoming something I can grasp as well. To say this is interesting and something outside of what many would even believe or want to grasp is to say too little. It cannot be imagined. It can only be proven to one's self. It can only be the Tao. It can only be action through in-action and the association of others that have strong ears or minds or whatever allows access to the strings that connect all of us. When you notice a specific vibration in the works, you notice a flower blooming, is what it could be described as. You can give this flower the source or pure light that is enerizagation. The flower can bloom stronger if it is capable of receiving the light that is being shown. If you can imagine or are even familiar with such a concept you can almost see in your mind's eye the bloom and the circular flow that is spinning in many directions yet all throughout is organized and continues to pour in on itself.
Not only is this symphony something beautiful but just like the orchestra that you sit and enjoy for moments of time. This choasymphony of brilliant sound can be breathtaking and might be something that you want to step away from for a minute sometimes even longer periods of time. Many people I think have walls or filters up that allow them to not even have to take breaks from the music. Either they never hear it or they only hear a few instruments or specific notes from those instruments at a time. Once I tune into it and it seems that I am almost constantly wired to hear it, I must take breaks every now and then again. It is truly inundating. It seems, and this next part has yet to be proved, but I deliver the message from one flower to the next, and it appears without trying to.
Thank you for taking the time to read this story about the life of a man. Hope you enjoyed the perspective. Soon there will be a Part II to this story.

For many years, thousands actually, we have foraged and hunted for our food to preserve our lives and our futures.  The days of our times have changed this mannerism slightly to include a hunt to your local Wal-Mart to grab some groceries. Along the journey you have to be weary of the bright and loud masta-cop that obviously has evolved into something that shouldn't be eaten. I've heard the soft, yet very spicy, inside of this semi-rare (not rare enough) beast of the field but I think I'll stick with the items that don't move quickly or at all. The bad thing about these specific beasts is that they get REALLY loud and in your face if you move to fast on our fortified trails of today – apparently 110 mph isn't something they consider normal – but that is another story. Now, once you have found this trading post, this jungle of the retail nation you may notice some of the wildlife there. Keep an eye open for the saber tooth walrus as well as the stack-climber monkeys that live in the foliage isles of that retail-jungle.  It is thanks to modern advancements such as the perishable gatherer (also known as a shopping cart) that we don't have to make such large groups to gather the sustenance to prolong our lives. Back in the day we had to bring weapons, take down a huge mastodon (a mastodon will NOT take you down for moving too quickly – that is the masta-cop's m.o. but they will flatten you for being too circumflex) or maybe some mountain goat and we have kept advancing further and further as time has gone on.

Hi Mom,

Just got back to my bedroom from Ninja camp, its great, hard but great.  Finally won at some Halo 3 with the boys, we p0wn3d the other team.  Was awesome, I got two of the bomb drops in one game, and totally protected the flag in another.  They say I might get my brown belt before two long.  Oh and I really showed them with the win in Fight Night 3.  This is the 2nd time I've beat someone in a row at that game (2 different dudes - but the 2nd time was a best of 3 and he was no slouch).  Before that we were playing some whiffle ball and soccer - soccer by far being one of my favorites.  This could be one of my favorite summers ever, with a few of the events I am gonna try to go to and the possibility of getting back into MU.  Speaking of which, I have two emails to send tomorrow morning with resumes attached.

Calculated risk sees opportune chance
dance you n00b muthf*ck, dance
Can't you see my br scoping you out
that my team has you beat is no doubt

Wish that when I was zoomed in
the radar didn't fall of the pov
Coordination of team play for the win
watch my back and yours is covered by me

Remember to reload often
as it can mean your life
Their team barrier to soften
otherwise we will have strife

Cunning risk and dedicated skill
you don't see anything but my bag
Play for the fun and thrill
as I crouch, you see its just sad

Oh and tonight I just picked up the Fight Night 3 game for my XBox 360

More gamer points here I come.  Oh and I should order those SFF-8087 cables for my new 8 channel RAID storage card.  ^_^  I need to change my pants.

Ever wish your inner scrapbook was more like a photo album or even that it was less like one... maybe you can move around the photos, so the happy ones are close and the sad ones are at the end and you don't have to go there very often.  It'd be neat, but sometimes you do find yourself flipping down memories lane with the shiers in your hands.

There are pages that I've got to go to quite often and some (few) that don't get touched since creation.  Visited recently are pages on Grandpa and Grandma McKibben's farm out in Mexico Missouri with the horse, and the soy beans, and all that farm equipment and the huge silos.  Funny how closely connected to that are blueberries and thereby grandma's Sunday morning breakfast blueberry pancakes and mom's later desire to have us in a Church instead of getting our connection to our past.  There are tabs here around a race, a race were I managed 6:30 on my mile run at Rock Bridge Elementary.  Next to it are some of my other sporting events (why didn't I get into swim team at a younger age?!?), quite a lot of bicycling (it is serious bliss), and kenpo karate (also... could've used this when I had too much free time).  Oh, how about when I went on my "gotta weight gain to be 190 lbs or die" stretch, that was awesome.  Close is all that could be mustered since I am a skinny bastard, but about 3 lbs away ain't terrible.  There are also pages that have been worn about loved ones that have passed away, miss you blue.  If you notice, there's a crying thread that continues to others that get brought up in times of missing and music, Zip among others.

I could never really wish that I wouldn't look at a specific page, even some of my own greatest failures, like how I am now finding new employement after a brief time at Columbia College, that one is really fresh, but is a prime canidate for something I'd rather never remember... but is going to be eccential because I really don't understand exactly why it didn't work out - once I get the paperwork from them around my actual review (which I thought I had) I might put some quotes up here - its pretty funny.  Some old gfs go in here as well as I've usually barely understood the first thing about them and why they do what they do.  Even missed opportunities... did you know I told a girl of no more than 16ish when I was 19 that I did NOT want to have sex... cause a homie was there and he was the one crushing on her, though that regret is very much bliss because of the trouble it would've almost gaurenteed me to this day?  Also, there are some very unused pages around when various vehicles that went and when they went - that 84 Toyota Corrola that locked into 1st gear in KC when I was exiting off of 435 onto Metcalf... sucky.  Had to get it back to my apartment's parking lot on just 1st gear for about 5 city blocks.  My 96 Toyota Celica GT that stopped working just last year, engine gave out on it.

In reviewing these books, this treasure trove, my life's work - I want to look at it objectively and contently.  When I look at any of the pages with desire, need, or hate... basically any of the demons of the mind, dorky things pop out - a new page, a new picture.  When I can add memories to the collective that are happy and positive, then I can truely be happy with what I've done.

We can be happy that they haven't really developed a mass marketed version of the device on "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" that miss-mashed Jim Carey's memories.



Even if for the price of a vacation you could never know how sad you we(a-re), the end result is a hollow completion.  Without the ability or the desire to grow from the good and the bad that is a natural part of life, you suffer the error of going through those things over and over again.

Let it be known that as I was writing this, out of the 20,563 songs on my server (roughly 4559 artists and 3039 albums, thats 67 days + 8:20:30 of music non-stop on 1 of my servers) John Millard's Electroclash Experiment came on and wow do I love this whole set.  For those that don't know, John Millard's other monkier was Zip, much love buddy.

The moral, if there is one for this rambling disortation of existance, is that you shouldn't hesitate to look back on a memory to see if you have a new perspective on it.  Lessons are generally true and honest.  If the perspective hasn't changed, looking at the image more isn't going to change things.

but it really aught to be.

Prospecting moments of time through the channels of Space
swirling the effervesent ethers of motion and Gravity
drawing exitentially patterns with gravy train Fireworks
cascading through cooridors of thoughts branching to the Reason
beings enstanciate pleasure as an establishment of self.


God I'm lonely.  Yet there is so much out there.


Sometimes I imagine it is because I just want to be closer to everyone, but instead I am certain it is because I wish to be closer to a one.  There are many ones and if you count in deminsions there are possibly infinite ones.

Reasurement that someone can love me.  Good.

When you think about the asspects of love making you can think of it as almost using the one.  To the one you are also a one for using.  This sharing thing is quite an arrangment because it can mean making breakfast in the morning or giving a orgasmic fake, and no I don't think wording it like that makes it any less of a desirable pleasure, in either case.  Do you take care of your body?  Would you take care of someone else's that's yours for a little bit, yeah, and ride it like the titallation gourge it is (thats of course from my and other hetrosexual male points of views, if you perchance  be of other quarry ((sup hottness)) or enjoy other quarry then you might include whole groups into the equation).


"Cherry Twist" by The Crystal Method just came on.  Lou Reed's "Walk on the Wild Side" was before that and damn does he do blues.  The Method really finalizes all the thoughts about my current direction.  Vauge eh?  If I give away all the details or even involve you in directly when I'm discussing the purity of the pleasure it just muddy's the water.  The water's already muddy though because I have already involved the me into the it.  You see, you are a part of it.  What gets your engine purring or outcries the emansipation of the horizon.  There is LIFE!

Gonna have to add an addendem, the cat just feel asleep on my foot.  I'm serious, it is so damn cute I could spit.  For those that don't know I'm the Uncle for a cat by the name of 'Xander, short for Alexander.  He's no more than 5 months old and a pretty good champ too.  Finally loosing his winny shrill cry.  He rolls, like in big cars.  Oh and not but more more than seconds after typing that, a friend, my room mates gf calls about car trouble.  She's been hence saved. Thee theee thehehehee tttthaaaatttt's allll ffffolllkkkksss!!!

this post is structured around the idea of going after something because you are sure you won't like it but you want to prove that you can.  could also be associated with struggling to understand that which you don't and being quite proud of your futile effort for someone else has made it the task.  being rational in direct resistance of the irrational.  is that what we all do?

to pursue a goal is to take on a quest. you set a task as being necessary to pour energy to and then open the port in your heart, personal time, or intellect.  in one way or another it becomes part of you - you kind of take it up like in Pirates of the Caribbean.  remember his dad, bootstrap with the star fish on the side of his face?  yup.  he started to become part of the ship because that is what he devoted his LIFE to.  me personally wouldn't want to take up ferrying the dead to the other side of the world and that sex with keira had better the bees knees.  for real, she had better be fully capable of high buffer mode.  ok, so i should have stayed with bees knees - that's as much of an appology as you are going to get.  ~_^

some don't know how to select their favored task.  they are at a loss to pick them out of a list of suspects.  the thing is... YOU are the suspect.  YOU are the one being chosen in that case.  very important to be the informant.  you get to call the shots.  you set the drop.  you make the life, the $$, possibilities possible.  aahhhh, so you pursue the impossible to inform yourself that you are so capable!  wow i had that set as next paragraph but look how it fit in there?  yeah, you pursue the impossible to see how capable you are - it is all about defining yourself and how you let others make that definition stand. oh and this next one is perfect. why should you not, the true goal is the ultimate return!

to say that you don't go into something without a goal in mind would be quite futile.  if you are reading a book to have the presence to be able to say you read a book that most are not capable of is quite a profound excercise. i've read herman hess and have in my list a few neiche books because most can't handle the stark obervence of human relations. in their own way human relations can be quite a task and has its own connections and sharing paths. once you make those connections you do not sever them - that is not a way to treat a friend and you had better been attempting a sharing of focuses for the betterment of not only yourself.

a true person of goal sees to it that their goal by the ends broadens global conciousness or helps many to see another side of themselves. arrogant? not at all, we all have things that we can teach each other, that is why it is so important to communicate.

oh... i choose life. born slippy?  transpotting?  watch it.