Online Gaming Racism

I was playing Halo 3 and noticed that people become so racist that skinheads and KKK members were taking notes. People become really racist online. There's something about the anonymity of the online gaming world that gives courage to these idiots to say such stupid comments. I wrote a paper on how racism hasn't died and is still prevalent today just that it has evolved and become more covert. Online gaming proves this point, people can be as racist as they want and still keep their anonymity without hurting their real life reputation. Sometimes playing online you have to just ignore it because there isn't much you can say to someone like that in a span of a couple of minutes to change their minds; then there are other times where it really digs under the skin. Thats when the F-bombs are dropped and ignorant racist comments become even more racist.

I'm calling out all these people, grow up and get educated. Being racist is backward evolution for our society. Being racist is so ignorant and backwards that its like you watching tv and seeing some guy jump off a building and flying away, then you go try it. Do I need to tell you how that story ends. My point is you need to figure out that some things are just not true so dont go do it yourself unless you know. People arguing against a race just sound so stupid and idiotic that I cant help but feel pity and embarrassed that they are part of the same human race Im a part of.
The anonymity of playing online gives these ignorant assholes new avenues to be racist. The internet is also another avenue they take. Fighting racism needs to catch up with its evolution, its needs to know where its going to go and stop it before it gets there. Its a disease and anyone that has it, Im sorry for you. Only you can cure it, I wish you the best of luck.

Reality TV?

How real is Reality TV? Its all fake and scripted just like pro wrestling. There's nothing real in Reality TV shows, just look at the credits of one of those shows and notice how many writers they have. Why would they need writers if they were just filming reality? They are scripting and threading together a story that we see and hopefully can find more interesting than reality. Because they know that reality is just as boring on tv as it is in real life. They need catalysts such as alcohol to force stories; they need fake superficial people to cause some drama no matter how ridiculous it is.
But take notice at all these reality shows, what do most have in common? They are all competing for something because just living isn't interesting enough. I hate, and I'm using hate here, all these "america's next/top insert stupid name" shows, they're ridiculous and lame. Whatever personality a person has in real life gets exaggerated in these tv shows to try and make good tv. I hate superficial personalities and thats what these shows personify. I don't like to see people trying to be funny and cool and hip like in all of Mtv's shows. Just people trying to give the lamest one liners with the most ridiculous hand gestures and facial expressions that if someone acted like that in front of me I would think they were either crazy with some sort of disorder or they were practicing for one of Mtv's shows. Either one is sad.

Everyone is just trying to be famous but why sacrifice dignity through these reality shows. Its what people with no talent do. They take the no-talent route and are forever stamped with the dreaded reality-tv show star. Everyone's trying to make a quick buck at the cost of their dignity, too bad. I hope this genre of tv dies and soon because I want quality, well-thought out shows again. HBO and Showtime have very good shows and I hope the network cable channels take note and make some good shows again. So, stop watching reality-tv and either watch thought provoking shows or read a book. Stop trying to figure out who is going to get eliminated this week, please.

Brain creations

"In a moment"

Oh so softly touching your sweet skin; there's something in the way you move, in the way your curves play to my most primal desires. Feeling our skin touch, wanting my hips to fit in between your legs and my lips to brush up against yours. There's something in the way we move, in the way our bodies play to our most primal desires. I can feel the warmth of your breath upon my lips and it uncages those carnal cravings I had locked away until this moment, where I'm rubbing up against you this moment, touching you, feeling you, locked until this moment. Forbidden until this moment, wanting you, lost in you. Watching your eyes glow in the soft light that blankets us, looking deep into mine, feeling complete trust in those eyes and losing my most sound reason inside you in a moment. Feeling you in that moment, loving you in that moment.

"Good-bye?"

When will that last goodbye escape my lips? Those last words I hope to say and yet here I stand above your grave. I say it everyday and mean it in a moment. I walk away everyday and the remnants of those dead days lingers on my face. When will that last goodbye escape my lips? Like the moment you drift to sleep, never knowing when it happens; you just fall into the darkness in a peaceful tumble, sinking away from reality, resting peacefullly until those dreams remind you. When will that last goodbye escape my lips?

Free-writes that oozed out of my head

Just some more free-writes I thought I would post up. I also updated my flash player, check it out.

"Miss me?"

You would turn twenty-one today and I remember the way you would say that today was the day; your day. I'm looking back that way into that gray haze trying to remember through the fog but I'm lost. I'm looking back at you and I don't want to leave but I'm lost today and no longer can I see past this fog. You would turn twenty-one today and I remember your face and the way you taste, I remember that today you said those words on your death bed forever repeating but I can't listen. They echo forever inside my head and every time I hear them I see you. I saw that last breath escape your lips and the life leave your eyes; I won't listen. You would turn twenty-one today and I remember the way you said that today was your day to die. I look back that way into that gray haze to hear those words; 'don't miss me on this day' you said. 'Don't miss me today.

"Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enters Here"
As I reached the edge of this hell, a giant mirror with my reflection twisted and mangled into horrifying contortions appeared. As I came closer to this mirror a bright flash blinded me. I was now looking down at a sink; my bathroom sink. My hands to the side of it, I looked up and saw my face in the mirror. I was back in my bathroom staring at my gray depressed face. I remembered this, I remembered where I was. I was back in my bathroom with a razor blade in my hand taking a deep breath before the slices. I cried to stop myself but my hands would not listen to me, they just kept cutting and carving as I cried in anguish for mercy. I stumbled to my chair and died there dripping those last drops.

"The meaning of Death is to justify Life and the meaning of Life is to justify Reality. "

Why all the space?

To think our planet is the only planet that carries life in the universe is not only naive but arrogant. We give ourselves too much significance in the grand scale of the universe. We are nothing more but a small part of this huge space where everything exists. Nothing more than a pale blue dot in a photograph taken from 4 billion miles away. To quote Carl Sagan, "The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors, so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light."

When we get far enough away we all exist in the same point in space, on the same mote of dust. Our whole history is contained in a point, our whole meaning of existence is contained in a speck on the backdrop of darkness. It is a testament to how huge the Universe is, how grand and scary it is. It is so large that it can trivialize our whole existence into a meaningless speck of light that becomes invisible the further away you get. Everything becomes invisible. This notion is a revelation because it hints to life out there. The space that exists is too large to not contain more life, it can not all just be a waste of space. Accepting this fact then makes you know there is life out there. Falling into the possibilities, dreaming of what a world would look like that isn't anything like ours. How another part of the Universe looks in a different galaxy? What would the sky hold? Would it hold beauty never fathomed on Earth? Or would it have such scale and intensity of fire and planets that it would terrify? What would the creatures look like? How would their world be different so to evolve in the way they did? Would the colors be so brilliant and different in their arrangement in the sky that the mere sight of them makes you cry tears of excitement and fear never experienced before?

The possibilities of what could be is only matched by the size of this Universe. So infinite, like a thought in the back of our minds drenched in darkness waiting for the moment to exist. Its infinity folded into one spot existing in one instant, forever being and at the same time never existing outside of that one moment. Our existence is nothing more than a slice of time we share to conquer and understand, nothing more than infinity folded upon itself where all our meaning is contained and forever held. We are just an afterthought of existence, a small piece of what has already passed.

Our existence is too trivial it seems, to be important in the scale that exists but when applied in our terms, we are significant in some way. Would God just create us to be alone in the Universe? Why all the space? It wouldn't make sense to give us this much space for us to explore if there is nothing to find; plus we are too small to see everything. Why, then?

I dont have those answers. Just close your eyes and fall into the darkness that exists. Wait for the colors to fade, ride the wave of relaxtion and breath. Let your thoughts run free and wander around in your head for a bit. Find that one corner where all just seems to fade away and nothing else matters. You don't notice that darkness anymore and your thoughts are filling the space that was your twilight. You see things without seeing them and now your mind has opened to the possibility of infinity. A thought so vast and confusing its terrifying. It exists in one singular point; in a moment; in infinity.

Another MySpace Rant

I was thinking about the services MySpace offers and how people use them. I noticed that a lot of people use it on a superficial level making me realize that MySpace is nothing more than a way for people to feed the troll that is superficiality. People post up photos of themselves that they took themselves in the mirror or with the camera at arms length away turned toward their faces. They engage in superficial digitized conversations consisting of either one word or one sentence replies or comments. You dont really care about how Ive been, it just seems like the right thing to say after a leave of absence in communications. You want to know how Ive been so you can compare your life to mine and see if you are doing better than me, you want to reassure yourself that you are on the right track. If you really cared how Ive been you would call me, e-mail me, write me a letter, hang out with me. How much can I say to you in a comment box without being too open, how much can I emphasize in a sentence? How much would you read? How serious are you in wanting to hear how Ive been? Im guessing not much because its a ridiculous question to take seriously when you receive in MySpace or Facebook. Its not a real question, its a phony superficial question that reflects the nature of my point. Superficiality.

People are fake and superficial in real life also but with MySpace they can cater to those character traits and fall in love with themselves even more expressing their supposed individuality. Posting up bumper sticker-like applications that express stupid little phrases or animated GIFs that people think are funny and think we should see everytime we see their profile. I dont want to see Mr. Bean in underwear with his boner running wild in his tighty whities more than once in my life.

What MySpace does is take away that fear we have in making a fool of ourselves in real conversations, now we have the courage to say anything. And people do. Some give compliments that they wouldnt give in real life and others say horrible mean things they wouldnt say in real life. This reflects the superficiality a person has, I cant say postively they wouldnt say these things in real life but I can say with 100% certaintity they would defend the fact that they would make those comments in real life virtually.

It just bothers me when I see people cater to these superficial needs because society itself feels like it is degrading faster and faster and MySpace seems like the rot from it. Im not saying that everyone is like this but it just seems like an overwhelming amount. You can deny this all you want and say that Im wrong but deep down you know. Hopefully, people will post a comment countering my argument thus reflecting my point from earlier. People will say anything on this virtual plateau, me included. Dont be superficial.

Ear Hole Pleasures

Im really into this Kobo Town mp3 I found on the Hype Machine, its called Higher than Mercy. Its from the album Independence and Im hearing good things about it. You should try to look into the album. Check out the mp3 on my flash player, its the first song. If you want to download it just right click and save target as. If you like any other songs on the flash player, e-mail me and I'll send you a direct link or post it up.

Kobo Town - HigherThanMercy.mp3

The Cardigans - Iron-Man.mp3

Modjo - Lady (Mano Remix).mp3

Calexico - The_Guns_Of_Brixton.mp3

The Section Quartet - Phenomena.mp3

Im too drunk to taste this chicken

I never understood why people brag about how many beers or how much liquor they can drink? How did society come to measure your 'coolness and audacity' on how much alcohol you can guzzle down before you vomit your memories away? Whats so awesome about you having to spend a large sum of money so that your mouth can intake a large amount of alcohol? YES, of course I want to pass out next to someone's toilet bowl where their piss and shit has passed through; I want my face to stop by and say whats up; just inches away from having shit stains on my teeth.

Whats awesome about being able to drink as much as the local drunk who sits at the pub all day telling stories of how his life has been one mistake after another, all the while he sips on his beer mug so eloquently never realizing his beer gut had thrown in the towel ten years ago. Having just enough to loosen up and socialize is enough to have a good time. I wouldn't want to have to drink all night, having to keep a drink in my hand at all times trying just to get a buzz. Of course, you want to be able to hold your alcohol but why would you want to brag about how much you can drink? I'm not against people that drink a lot but when you brag about it, its like you bragging that you have an abnormally large forehead; why would you do that? I wouldn't want you to drink all my stuff because you would probably still need more.

Well, at least you will have funny drunk stories. I guess thats enough reason to drink so much so that you can embarass yourself, pass out head first shoulder deep in some toilet and next time someone needs a funny story you will have plenty to pull out. You are now the drunk parody. Don't get me wrong, drunk adventures are funny and everyone has 'em but when someone just has drunk adventures you think "motherfucker, do you do anything sober?"

Let me just quote the late great colonel sanders, he said; "Im too drunk to taste this chicken."

The New Dark Knight Trailer

Wow, the Joker sounds and looks menacing. I think this movie will live up to the hype. Heath Ledger just embodies the character, if you just listen to his drawn out words, his maniacal laugh you hear the Joker; not some guy playing the Joker. Its a fully realized character and it will be joy to see him on the big screen. Take a look and see for yourself.

Competitive Eating

Why in the world does competitive eating even exist? This involves people gorging large amounts of food in a small period of time. I just ask why? I was watching on Spike a competition held in Vegas and it was being covered like it was a Heavy Weight Championship bout. Well, its not. I dont care how much food you can fit in your stomach you aren't an athlete. Who cares if not everyone can eat as much as you, I'd rather not. Get a real hobby, go ride a bike, go do something that requires actual athleticism.

As I was watching these people fill their mouths with huge amounts of food with their cheeks ballooning out, all I could think was how gross and despicable this looked. Think about it, there are people starving all over the world and there is food eating competitions being held with people that look like they should be on diets instead of stuffing that hole in their faces with food. All the while the commentators were acting excited like they had just seen the most incredible thing in their lives. Yeah, I saw something, gluttony. Give me a break, nothing about competitive eating is amazing except for the fact that it exists. Its a testament to how important making money is. Thats the only reason this is covered, its because corporations make money. Someone makes money and the audience endorses it, gives it life to exist.

Another thing that annoyed me was how these so called "competitors" tried to create characters like in pro-wrestling. At least those wrestlers have some athleticism to be that fake, these competitive eaters can be challenged by some dude that just got off the toilet and decided to take a shot at gorging his face while filling his waste infested belly with more food. Ive got a challenge for them, try stuffing your face like you do in your competitions in front of some hungry child and don't give them any of the food or money you get. Try that, oh wait you already do.

Hmmm...Interesting

Early Mornings

What is it about waking up in the morning when you have something to do or somewhere to go that makes your bed and blanket so much more warm and comfortable? When its the weekend and I want to be lazy I wake up early. Try as I might I can't get back to sleep. It sucks because now I'm there trying to be lazy just staring at the ceiling like a jackass not being productive at all. But when you have something to do that bed becomes the only place you want to be, your blanket somehow feels magically warm. Like it won't ever feel like that again and you don't want to leave it. So you end up arguing with yourself in your head, trying to negotiate with yourself to get out of bed. Setting up deals like if you get up now Ill come directly back here after work and just lay down and sleep. That sounds sweet, ok im getting out of bed.

But just that moment, your feet touch the cold air and you say fuck that shit I'm calling in today. Then you stay home after calling in and you cant fall asleep again because you had to use energy to come up with an excuse to miss work. Now you are wide awake staring at the ceiling, like a jackass trying to be lazy.

The Guarantee of 13-0

Thanks Anthony Smith for giving the Patriots more motivation. The Patriots met the Steelers today for what was perceived was going to be a hard fought football game. Instead, it turned into a great platform to show the rest of the league that they are returning to form and thats being perfect. Anthony Smith guaranteed a victory earlier in the week and now is probably regretting it. He just looks foolish right now and rightfully so, it was him that the Patriots burned on two huge plays. But to be fair they made the whole team look pretty average. Long story short, thats why you dont make those types of comments but thanks anyway. With the Steelers now checked off the regular season schedule the Patriots now have the Jets and the Dolphins next, while the Jets game might be a monumental blowout. Look for Belichick to get some redemption against Mangini for ratting him out with the whole spygate scandal. That game's score could look something like 72 to the jets suck. I hope the Patriots go undefeated but a SuperBowl win wouldn't be bad either.

Some music for your Ear Holes

Just some more music to enjoy, I'm liking this Erik Sermon song Chillin'. Check it out.

Erik Sermon, Talib Kweli, Common - Chillin'

http://boxstr.com/files/273196_ib2z8/09-erick_sermon_ft._talib_kweli_and_common-chillin_%28lankizzle_remix%29-wgb.mp3

Buck 65 - Dang

http://boxstr.com/files/268145_wgp3u/03-buck_65-dang.mp3

YoungbloodZ - Dont Start No Shit(KleverVIPmix)

http://boxstr.com/files/274092_gkea5/YoungbloodZ-DontStartNoShit%28KleverVIPMix%29.mp3

Being Drunk

So, I thought I'd write a new post while slightly intoxicated. Actually, I'm a little more than slightly intoxicated, I'm fucking drunk! I can exactly describe how everything looks right now, the room is tilting ever so slightly to the right, everything seems to be moving in the same direction and while I fight the urge to save everything from falling I just try to fight the urge from vomitting. If I stare in one spot too long, my eyes droop way too low for me to stay awake. I begin to pass out and once my eyes shut and the black drenches my consciouness I know I've blacked out but this revelation won't don on me until the next morning when I'm trying to piece together all my memories. Trying to deceifer what was real and what was a dream. Everything blurs when the alcohol starts to soak into my bloodstream and now the computer screen is a catalyst for my dream adventures. So, I will end my drunk stooper into my mind's thoughts while I apologize for nothing.

Its that time of year again....for Football!

Tis the season to watch some Football. The playoffs are just around the corner and there are so many teams right now that are making a playoff run. This makes for good watching because its win or die for a lot of teams. Not only that, look at some of the teams right now making a SuperBowl bid; the Cowboys, Packers, Patriots, Colts, Steelers. Thats a lot of teams with a legitimate shot at winning the big game. The Packers are returning to glory with their rejuvinated quaterback, Brett Favre whom is having the best season of his life. The Cowboys are also trying to ressurect their franchise behind a new field general, Tony Romo and his right hand man, Terrell Owens. Even though I don't like T.O., he does demand respect on the field. The Steelers have always been a consistent, in your face football team, if anything other than that then it would be news. The Patriots and the Colts are continuing to feed the fire of their rivalry. Who's better, Brady or Manning? Who has better receivers this year, Brady or Manning? Randy Moss or Marvin Harrison? Dallas Clark or Wes Welker? The arguments can go on and on between these two franchises which makes it the rivalry of the new millenium. The Partiots dynasty versus the defending world Champs, the Colts. They will probably meet in the playoffs and I can't wait. Tis the season.

Just some Good music

I just found these mp3s by accident on theHypemachine, which is a website that follows music blogs where you can find music you didn't even know you liked. You should check it out, just click on the link. http://hypem.com/

To download, just right click on the link and save target as

This is the music that is playing on my blog as you read this so if you like it just download it.

Zeph and Azeem - Rise up

http://boxstr.com/files/256667_zpdtv/Zeph%20and%20azeem%20-%2001-rise_up_ft._luv_fyah.mp3

Othello - Peace

http://boxstr.com/files/256586_oeafm/Othello%20-%20Peace.mp3

Rhymefest - I came home

http://boxstr.com/files/256585_xkiod/ICameHome.mp3

An inner glimpse of this strange Mind

None of this is entirely auto-biographical, just free-writes. Post if you like any of it.

"Cool drops of Water"
It’s that time of year again and I fight not to remember. But the December white brings oh so much and the cold grey that lingers above seems only to accompany that memory. That unnerving pressure behind these sad eyes is present again but never do I let that tear remember you. I look out at the blankness of it all; it lets me remember, lets me fill the space with whatever I want and the one piece of my life I’d rather leave behind is the only thing I can see in this vast white canvas. Swallowing the knots in my throat seems like tradition this time of year just like the big boulders of every shade of grey the kids make. I just linger away and disappear into the seemingly endless cold and fight that one tear that cries out for you but I’ll never let it remember you. Anxious for the moment when it all starts to melt away, waiting for those warm rays to touch this vast white blanket that has overlaid itself on me. Watching as those drops of cool relief drip away this white December. I look out at the warm yellows and reds from over the horizon and feel the cool water droplets of my winter stream down my face. I remember you, so goodbye finally.

“Malevolence”
In the darkness that lingers around us all there exists something that tells us, tempts us, chooses us, and crushes us inside a paradox of sweetest things. He knows when you think of him and pounces all at once to where ever welcomes him. He sits in your room looming ever closer as your mind wanders towards him. Knowing the very moment to engulf your reality, overwhelming your eyes in horrors you never wanted to see. Granted all you know has some truth for there would be your proof to believe because in all that was misleading in his words there would be a base to fake his truths to you. But as your strength falters nothing you knew would hold true when the temptations overwhelm you. You would never know you gave in so long ago. Beginning your own demise in your eyes of a few moments before you so blindly gave away all that was of worth. His words have burned through your soul tearing apart your mind leaving the shell of a man, lifeless and hallow. A man who will never understand all he wanted to know. A man in eternal damnation burning in the fires of misery never knowing the lies were the only truths he realized.

“The Dead Night”
There I sit in the quiet darkness of it all wondering how it came to this; hearing the tiny chirps of the crickets outside the window seal and the soft midnight breeze brush against the leaves. Nothing is left but the calmness of the night; the dead calm of it all. The night sky sitting above watching, with thousands of eyes, the things we do to satisfy that moment of urge. There I sit in silent darkness with my witness above and my eyes below; there I sit to wonder how it came to this. I sit with my head hung low inside my chair whose squeaks are the only other noise to slice the dead silence of this night. I rock my chair this night like never before and for the first time, I can hear the silence of black, the calmness of night; I can feel the cold chill of darkness. Drip dripping the cold blood on my hands; trickling to the floor staining a deep red. Drip dripping the cold blood not of my own. Drip dripping this silence of night off my hands. I stare with my head hung low by the window seal at the dead calm of it all. I sit in darkness wondering how it came to this but realize the silence of my answer. Nothing is left but the calmness of this night.

“In too Deep”
I sit in the darkness of flame in silence all too familiar where in the bowels of my stomach a sick feeling eats what use to be and no matter where my mind wanders, there that feeling stays. The flame jumps and dances mesmerizing my eyes as I stare blankly into it and I hear my deep thoughts, the deepest thoughts; the ones that exist to plague my mind. They go deep with their roots into my stomach where they bind me and restrain my ability to forget; those deep thoughts fight to be remembered as if they were sent for that one purpose. So I sit here where all seems to be pointless when all I know is the feeling, the sick feeling that seems to be everywhere but gone, it’s all I know. Where am I when time has forgotten me? How far away am I when I can’t remember? Am I in too deep or just beneath the surface blind to all light and deaf to all sounds? This silence is all too familiar in the darkness of this flame.

MySpace makes me Roll my eyes

I roll my eyes at MySpace. It’s ludicrous when people spend hours trying to obtain the perfect song to represent them that hour or what background best captures their personality. MySpace is reminiscent of all the junk you got in your e-mail. Now those absurd surveys you sent straight to your junk folder is posted on your MySpace. Why, so that everyone can get to know you a little better? Who cares what your favorite ice cream in December is or what your favorite color is on Sunday between the hours of 8 and 9 when the moon is full. But no, you get to fill 50 question surveys with one word answers and post it up. I don’t care; its all useless information unless I found it out in an actual conversation with you; you know something people do with their mouths, verbalizing words and forming sentences to create topics in which can then be tied together to form conversations.

Also, what’s with all the bumper sticker applications? You have all these bumper stickers with stupid little sayings like “princess”, “gangster”, “hardcore 4 life”. What is that supposed to do, show you are hip and with the times. MySpace is like the bumper area on your car where you put your little stickers that you think have creative little quips and cute phrases. But you know what, it has the same effect; it makes me roll my eyes. And why are people taking pictures of themselves, like we are unable to notice when a camera is right in your face and one of you arms is missing from the photo. This just goes as saying you are somewhat conceded. This brings some questions to mind, why are you taking pictures of yourself and posting them up? Do you think we want to see that you love yourself? There seems to be a slight arrogance in that. Where are you real friends to take these photos for you? Why must you fill space with photos of your face that you took?

Now bands and corporations are getting in on this so called MySpace phenomenon. That notion strengthens my point that MySpace is nothing more than a billboard area, an advertisements paradise. I know its cheaper to make a MySpace page but what happened to official websites with the bands music, tour dates and videos.

I know you can keep in touch with friends but what happened to e-mails and phone calls or how about good ol’ hanging out. It’s almost an anti-social network where you get to send one sentence comments to each other and the other person gets all the time in the world to reply; no real conversation is involved. Seems like MySpace is taking out the human factor in friendships and replacing them with computers.

MySpace is the new avenue for popularity. It’s all about how many friends you have. No one will openly admit it but people do check how many friends you have, its like a measure of how poplular you are, a ranking if you will. Its ridiculous because when you have hundres of friends let alone thousands, how many can you actually stay in touch with? Its not practical and everyone knows it but it doesn’t stop them from accepting people who seem friendly or gave them a compliment. Everything needs a measure nowadays; we need reminders that people know we exist, reassurance that we are likable; even when we don’t exist outside of that friends list to most people. It’s not about hanging out anymore; it’s about the ease you have to remind people you still exist. I’m now straying off point. My point is that MySpace is the junkyard of advertisements, bumper stickers, ridiculous surveys, basically useless information. And people spend too much time trying to get the right background, song, or phrase that best portrays them. So stop spending so much time on MySpace and for those of you that don’t do anything I stated, I’m not talking to you.

The Paradox of Heaven

In heaven, do we not know of grief or longing or depression? This brings certain questions to mind such as what of love we have for one another on earth? Is this nothing but a sin, something we should not experience when we should only love God? But doesn’t God advocate “to love thy neighbor”? Think about it this way, if we die while in love, do we wait for our loved ones while in heaven thus creating a longing for? If not, then does heaven take away what it is to be human, freewill? If we cannot feel that grief then we do not have that freewill and are ignorant to the most primal human emotions. If we no longer have freewill then we are nothing more than mindless puppets to play off of happiness. Though, if we continue to have freewill then we still run the chance at sinning; however God should know if we would commit the sin, right; but if God knew then we would not have freewill as we would be part of design and our paths laid out, the same can be said of our earthly existence. The only thing that makes sense is that God knows everything as it happens and not what is going to happen.

Hell is straightforward, you are a prisoner of your own hell and the things that cause you pain and fear are forever encased in your mind. Heaven is different in that it is perceived no more sorrow is experienced. This just doesn’t fit when everything you’ve ever cared for is on earth. To draw back to the example of love, what happens to the people we love? Do we just forget them and become a glutton for happiness; doesn’t knowing sadness and depression make us human? Knowing those aspects of our psyche is part of our nature and God’s design therefore it doesn’t make sense he would rid that essential ingredient of our humanity just to live in heaven. Before Eve sinned, Adam and Eve were ignorant and oblivious to inappropriateness, to sorrow, to be in pain, but not temptation. So if we go to heaven will we still have that temptation to be human thus being lonesome and mournful of everyone you loved and lost for the time being. Is loving that ultimate sin that makes us human?