thoughts_on_adam the awful truth the conscience in concious lives who question their worth define "truth" and "lies" the God-fearing souls who live to be righteous, who live day and night with the fear God will smite us who, constantly wondering, constantly questioning; they never arrive at something enlightening to live this way, only one way, well, it's not the right thing. it's fucking frightening. now i know i'm helpless. i know it's hopeless. this knowledge above is the thing that will save us. Drop the apple, and the crook, leave the plow, give back what you took, and return. Return. return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return return reTURN. 061210 ... Lemon_Soda What is Good? Honor? honesty? Compassion? Might? Justice? Pleasure? Which should I pursue? What should be the focus that I use as the point all other things refer too? Can my decisions be based on only one? Many? None at all? Is it best to live here, now, and make decisions in the heat of the moment? Does it take forsight or hindsight to act wisely? Can I know the right decision with out foreknowledge or experience? Can i still make the wrong decsion even if i did have those things? Is there any right and wrong at all? What about good, or evil? Just or unjust? Fair, unfair? Are they ideals and nothing more, never attainable? Or concrete cosmic influences that can never be escaped? Do i have the tools necesary to make any sort of decision, or do i have to seek it without instead of within? How do I know I'm bettering myself? 's real name is Adam. 061211 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Chocolate is good. The others you'll have to figure out for yourself. 061211 ... e_o_i Lemon soda is good too. At least mostly good. And apples are rich in vitamins. 061211 ... tat good, LS 061211 what's it to you? who go blather from