The End

Well blogger is dead, and i killed it. I say this now knowing that no one will see it. i speak now because i am a coward and want to feel as though i stood up and spoke out, but i waited until the room was empty and all the faithful hopefuls that kept the place alive have finally left. The emptiness is my friend and the silence my audience. I, as most cowards, am at my boldest when no one can oppose me. I rule the absense. Well, i gained more from this then i gave. thanks to those of you that fought to keep this alive. sorry i did not try.

kim, you fought more than any, or perhaps all others put together. this is above all an apology to you now that it is too late.

well, i can't say time to move on because i apparently moved on from here a long time ago.

Worry

Friends have the funny habit of worrying for each other even when they themselves do not think they should be worried about or even want to be worried about.

Its an interesting system.

In a way i guess it makes sense. no one wants to be a burden, no one wants to have problems but maybe sometimes it is worse avoiding the problem than working it out.

This is why friends worry. they care too much.

But in a way its good. people need to fel that sometimes, see that maybe something is up when they didn't notice it before.

Everyone can take some comfort in someone worrying. it means two things. They care and they wish they could help.

maybe we should let them. at least every once in a while.

And so it begins...

The script has begun. I have finally begun actually writing the script for the movie about cops and bad guys and guns and such. Real dude movie.

Of course i already know i'm gonna want to rewrite parts of it and i've only finished the first scene. this may bode ill.

Oh well, the important part is that the work has started.
stay tuned for some sneak peeks.

How do we know what is true?

I feel introspective today and yet at the same time extrospective (if that is even a word)

A journal in Wascom the other day struck me. " How do you know what is true?"

Such a simple question, yet one that is so frightening and collosal in its implications. In a sense, how you answer this question defines how you view the entire universe.

My answer was that in order to know what is true you must set a standard of truth.
Is truth relative? Is it universal?

I have come up with somewhat of a socratic dialouge on the subject, we shall see where it ends.

Is truth relative? Is it different for every person?
no.
So if truth is not relative than it must be Universla correct?
yes.
Is the universe infinite?
yes
Is man infinite?
no
If the universe is infinite and truth is universal does that make truth infinite?
i suppose.
So can man who is finite know all of the infinite truth?
no.
So can man be trusted as a source of truth.
not all.
so man must look to something universal in order to know all truth correct?
i guess.
If God exists would he be universal?
yes.
So if God exists than that must mean that he, as a universal being is a much better source of truth than man?
that makes sense.

I''m sure my thought process is flawed but you can see the point.
just ask yourself the question. its an important question.

Wow

i tried something relatively new just now. i said what i wanted to say. i hesitated but did it anyway. usually i just leave it be or type it out than chicken oout and press backspace until is is gone and then leave it alone.

i wonder what the conseuences will be?

I wonder what will happen?

maybe i'm just blowing this out of preportion or maybe i just made a big mistake.
who knows, only time will tell but for now i feel a little good about myself.

I feel as though some of this post rhymes.
Maybe thats a good sign.

Good night to you and many blessings.

My Mind is a Prison

Sometimes your mind can be a prison. sometimes your head can feel as if it is some wicked puppet master, manipulating your thoughts like cheap puppets. you feel as if there is no escape from your own thoughts. You don't want to think that way anymore, you don't want to go down that road any more. but sometimes it feels like someone is pushing you. you have no choice. You see the road that leads to where you do not want to go and yet without any aid your mind goes there, not of your own accord but seemingly by itself.

Sorry i'm a downer so much lately.

Help Needed

Random: Its funny sometimes where advice comes from.

Anyway, life is pretty busy right now but i have been asked by a friend to write a script. i think i have a good idea going and i really want to finish this one. As you guys probably know that i am not the best when it comes to sticking with stuff. So i am gonna need you guys to help me out. Ask me how it is going and what progress i've made. Ask to see what i have so far and offer your input. Your advice and criticism will be appreciated, if not in the moment, later on down the road.

so help me help myself please.