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Then Again...

It's been awhile.

I have a lot of things I should be doing right now. Instead I find myself here.

My circle of online friends has grown smaller the last little while. In some cases it's just as much my doing as their's. In other cases...it's for the best.

Funny how someone can mean sooooooooo much then and now means...well...

less.



Adding to this journal today probably wasn't a good idea. I've been doing quite a bit of writing in emails lately. All kinds of different emotions in those emails too...depending on the person I'm writing to.

My head's all muddled with thoughts of...

****How (probably) everything in life comes down to numbers. The one common language throughout the universe is math. I sucked at math.

The periodic table...numbers.
Movies compressed onto DVDs...numbers.
Telephone calls...numbers.
Probabilities of getting hit by a bus today...numbers.
Number of times I'll smile today...numbers.
Number of people that will drift out of my life...Numbers


****How nature loves a circle. Circle/cycle...same thing.

The four seasons.
The water cycle.
The life cycle of bugs.
The orbit of the planets.
Training wheels...borrowed wheels...own wheels.

****How I think after I die I'll get recycled in some way or another. Maybe I'll get to pick what I come back as. Maybe it will be out of my hands. I believe in an infinite number of lifetimes...each with an infinite number of possible outcomes all due to the choices made during those lifetimes. I believe most likely I've already lived before as each and every kind of creature.

Perhaps...a particularly gruesome death has left it's mark on me even today in this lifetime.

Spiders? Maybe I was a bug caught in a spider's web...paralyzed and wrapped up tightly with silken threads and sucked dry later. Maybe that's why spiders give me the creeps today. Snakes don't. Scorpions maybe do a bit...but not like spiders do.

Falling? Maybe I fell once before. Most likely I've fallen often...but one of those times must have left it's mark. Have to have been from really high up. Funny how an ant can fall from a second story window and land on concrete and scamper about afterwards like nothing happened at all. One of the perks of being a bug I guess...that and no electric bills.

Maybe if I liked being a moth I'd ask to give it another try. (If only to divebomb a certain unsuspecting moth-challenged Aussie).

I don't think I'll ask to come back as a sponge though. Can't be much fun being a sponge.

****Thinkin' about sand...and strawberries...and fog...and renting versus hiring...and dogs named Red or Maddy. (I'm too muddled to try and be funny right now. Maybe later)

My upgrade runs out soon. Deciding if this is the place for my silly stories and poems.

That will do for now.


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