LEt's see. Ignore the paranoia. I lost my bowl. I seriously can't find it. Checking all the possible places. Put it down in a secret location. I will remember it. Need to finish. Music coming from outside. Typing to a certain rythmn. Who knows what it is? Huh. No one knows. So many metaphors. The location is the same each time. A way of movement. Hearing drums. Some sort of singing from outside. Maybe it's not really there. But I'll tell you what I hear anyway. Voices from outside. Something is there. Checking it out. Smoking up. SHWAG? This is the philosophy/spirituality forum. Let me try to post something of the occasion. One moment, I apologize. The Ched-ar. Everything I say is off-topic. Both ends meet. What are we? We are advanced life seeking happiness. Every life is the same. Sorry for any inconvenience.