Why do we bury dead things. I’m sure at some point in time there was a logical necessary reason for it… If someone died chances are there was something wrong with them, and leaving the body laying around would probably spread infection. Plus, that’s just nasty. Now, funerals and such give us a chance to say goodbye, to have a more solid sense of closure. But we have many different solutions now; burial, cremation, etc… and that’s even with specific reference to people. Why do we bury animals. I suppose it’s the same sort of closure… or ingrained ritual. They’re the animals we love and we want to do something proper for them, for everything they’ve given us through life. In some cases, people would say that their pet has been more loyal to them than anyone in their life. So it would make sense, then, to give the animal a funeral fit for such a deed.
Jun
24
Jun
20
Spiritual ignorance.
My mother is the least spiritual person I know. In fact, I think maybe she’s the only person I know who I can truly say isn’t spiritual at all. This isn’t in any way a bad thing… It’s just the conclusion I’ve come to based on recent observations. It’s not new information. It’s one of those things… like when someone tells you the meaning of a specific word, and after they tell you, you hear it all over the place, but you never heard it before. The person giving you the meaning didn’t cause everyone to start saying it all the time… It just never occurred to you to listen for it. My mom didn’t just suddenly become nonspiritual. Recent events have caused me to be more aware of it.
Apr
07
Neuromancer by William Gibson.
I just recently finished a book, which under most circumstances would be no great achievment, but in this case, it seems to be so. It is the first I have read in a very long time, and after finishing it, I came to many realisations.
Feb
09
Meh.
So this website is supposed to be an outlet. To a certain extent anyway. Some people actually put journals online. Deep down nitty gritty this is my life from the inside out and I want you to know everything about it kind of journals. Live Journals I understand. Somewhat. You can put a password on those and only give it out to some people. That’s kind of like your own little private whine-fest for you and whoever you deem worthy. But even those you can make available to the world. And that, Live Journal or not, I don’t quite understand. It brings new meaning to airing your dirty laundry. I mean… Why would you want the whole world to know what’s wrong with you. Then again… I think Live Journals can be anonymous. That I could again understand. Again somewhat. Then you’re just another screen name in this infinite parallel universe. But some people have their own websites and they actually put jourals up on them with their names blazing at the top in neon blinking letters. That I just can’t understand.
Feb
05
Do you have pen and paper?
What’s worse than not being able to think of anything to write for your website… Being able to think of a million and one things, and not having any where to write them down or any way to put them on the site.
Feb
04
Think, thinking, thought, thinks, thunk, what?
So begins the writing of something every day.
As I’m falling asleep every night, I’m always thinking. It’s not something I do on purpose, just something that sort of happens. And unfortunately it seems that I do my best thinking in the wee hours of the morning when I’m too exhausted to care. And for the most part, that becomes my downfall, since I refuse to get up and write anything down. I wake up in the morning and eventually realise that I had thought of something super keen and insightful, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what specifically it was. It drives me insane, because I always remember thinking it was marvelous when I come up with it.
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