As I go along, things do not get easier, only more familiar. There is something of faith and love that must be mentioned. Even when things become inescapably different there is always the knowledge (rather belief) that I shall return from whence I came. Whether the individual or the end bears relevancy to morality is in question. If there is a greater goal to achieve it is unknown by nature remains elusive. The minds is greater than I, yet I provide it a voice. Is my voice adequate to convey its nature? And furthermore, must one not require a listener? If any purpose can be given by nature it cannot be known, for at the moment of completion nothing can be said of it without retracting of its meaning. I don't know what to make of it and perhaps the ignorance answers to itself. I cannot give you answers though I will not negate their existence. there are even times when the mind becomes weaker than the voice, though conceivably only by a limited perspective. If the mind has purpose not all possibilities would remain, but if the mind is purposeless than everything is possible for an eternity ------------------------------------------------------ I wrote this because all I had to smoke were stems and I couldn't go to sleep, I felt like I had to do something to try to go to sleep, so I wrote almost without knowing what I would write, so now i post without knowing what will be the reply