A Good Nights Rest

[8:36pm] I am sitting on my couch thinking about how I supposedly only have a little over three hours left to live. I wonder how it could happen. It may be in a way nobody would expect. Maybe the "end of the world" is a play on words. It may have meant the end of a world. It could be Venus or something. Maybe humans will lose their lucidity, and we will lose sight of the world around us. That  would be something to worry about. Just imagine, everybody would virtually be a vegitable. We would wander around, our minds detached from the world. Other species would see a zombie like civilization. The world would become dead then. Cities would idle, machinery constantly running. Eventually buildings would corrode and rot. Plants would grow untamed. The world would hecome a wasteland and we wouldn't know it. Before long, we would all die, our corpses devoured.

What will I do in these last hours? Will I continue to write about what might happen? Or, will I write final goodbyes to my family and friends? I won't do any of that because the world will not end in three hours. In three hours, thousands of people will realize that they are still alive. People in New Zealand have already discoverd this. Good for them. In three hours, everybody will realize that the Mayan calender ended on December 21, 2012 not because they believed the world would end, but for some other unrelated reason. Maybe the person writing the calender got bored of predicting events for people who could not thank him. Maybe he decided to pull a huge prank on us. Or maybe he was mercilously skewered by a spear. [9:00pm] But l, again, I know the world will not end in three hours. And that is why I will get a good sleep tonight.

Water

I've been thinking a lot about what water represents today. Where it came from. The water we have now is the same water that it has been for as long as the Earth has been in existence. It has never changed. It is always the same water. It has taken on many forms throughout its life. It has been ice, steam, mist, clouds, even pee. So if you think about it, whenever you drink water, you are drinking something that has been ice, steam, mist, clouds, and pee. There is a high possibility that you are drinking dinosaur pee, cat pee, even pee that was once yours!
In Las Vegas, there is very little water. They get some from Lake Mead, and the rest from purified waste. That's right. You people in Las Vegas are drinking poop, pee, and diarrhea. Fancy that. First, all of the big chunks of crap (pun intended) are filtered out. Then the waste goes through other filtration processes like going through sediments and going under UV radiation. Then the water is pumped back to the city for you to drink, bath in, wash clothes and dishes, and everything else. Quite an amazing process I think. People in Las Vegas are probably drinking the same portion of water they have been for years.
Water has so many uses. It is like a fix it solution for everything. It helps you heal from sickness, clean, and all kinds of other things. We can even play in it! We swim in it, have snowball fights, build snow caves and men. We build igloos, cool down our soda... so many possibilities. It plays a huge role in our lives. We need it to live. It helps us digest our food, keeps us cool, and keeps our bodies regulated. It is a miracle worker.
So, the next time you down a glass of water, spend some more time thinking about everything it does for you. Think about all of the amazing things it has been through, how it has witnessed the world from the time it began. And the next time you condemn it to flushing down the excrements from your body, say sorry.

Temporarily Insane

I stare at the blue tape dividing this room in two. I can't stand it. Boundaries are intolerable. I lift the corner of the tape and pull, destroying the symbolic boundary. I rip and rip, relishing in the sweet relief. It finally releases it's grip on the hard wood floor. Oh the tranquility!

Wow, just wow

So today I decided to walk down my stairs like a cat or dog (on all fours). It resulted in me sliding/tumbling down the stairs, coming to rest at the bottom with a cardboard box beside me. So, I decided to remain lying there tossing the box in the air and catching it.

A Strange Story

Okay, yesterday I was walking through my house thinking of things to do. After meticulously stepping on every available spot in the house, over and over, I still had not thought of anything to do. So, I did it again. Which is not possible because I was doing it over and over, so there is no beginning or end to meticulously stepping on every available spot in the house, over and over. Nevertheless, I did it again.

After doing it again, I still had not thought of anything to do. So I went outside. I took one step onto the porch and stopped dead. I then proceeded to take in every single visible detail. Across the street was a yard. The yard had a fence about six meters from the road. The fence is wood. The top of the planks are absolutely flat; they do not have any angles. The wood is faded but the planks are not warped in the least. I do not know what the yard is composed of because it is covered in snow. The snow is about one and a half feet deep. At the edge of the road is a dirty berm of snow. I do not know how it got there by a visible analysis. The snow that the berm is comprised of looks lumpy. I follow the perfect edge of the fence to the left until it meets the edge of a yellow house. The yellow color is not so bright that I have to avert my eyes, but it is not so dark as to absorb all of the light from the sun. The house has two windows on the front. The house does not appear to have two stories, but it is possible that there is an attic. The door is reddish-brown color. To the left of the door, about a foot above the door knob is a black mailbox- before I can examine the mailbox closely, I am distracted by the absence of movement. I see no people. There are no birds or bugs of any species moving through the air. There is not even the sway of a branch. The snow is still mid fall. There is no disturbance in the air caused by sound waves. The world is still.

I contemplate Existence and my place in it at this moment. The Existence is stilled. I am not stilled. If I am part of Existence, I must be stilled. But, I am not stilled. Existence must be in entropy. I am an exact contradiction to Existence, if I am part of Existence. But in order for Existence to follow its own laws, I must not be part of Existence because I am not still. I contemplate my new found identity. I am not part of Existence. It seems that I have created my own Existence outside of the realm of Existence. I can make my own laws. I command my own Existence. Now that I have come to this realization, I can continue life as it was. I no longer have to contemplate Existence because it is my own. It no longer matters because I am in complete control. I don't ever have to think about it again: this is my first new law.

The world begins to move again. It must have been waiting for me to come to some realization. But I haven't... oh well.

I begin to walk down the street.

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Hello, on this new blog I will post random stuff which can be made up or real. I might post fictional stories with totally random and confusing plots. This is just my dumping ground for anything I think of. You will probably not enjoy this blog.