living Q blather provoking could be satisfying 000211 ... nothingman is making me tired. what's the point? was there ever a point? so much madness. so much confusion. always confusion. it never stops. why can't it fucking stop? Why can't everything just fucking slow down. calm down. There is no comfort in living. Will there be comfort in death? Living is only a part of Death. 000221 ... lotusflower what we do when we are trying to get a life. 000229 ... souljah Life is movement and to understand it there must be freedom, there must be energy. And to understand death is to understand somthing closely related to life.You know, beauty (not in a picture, not in a person, not in the tree or in the cloud or in the sunset) beauty can not be divorced from love. and where there is love and beauty the is life and also there is death. you can not seperate one from the other. 000403 ... MollyGoLightly Life's a gas. 000403 ... fairydust Don't you see? There is no point in living. Whatever you do, you will never be different from anyone. No matter how different you are, you will just be another different one.It is useless. 000403 ... Brad Who says the meaning of life is to be different? I'm just trying to be true to myself, and all in all, it's pretty fulfilling. If others are like me, that means simply that i won't be lonely. That doesn't sound so bad, does it? 000403 ... souljah Life is not peranent.Like the leaves that fall from the tree, all things are impermanent, nothing endures; there is always change and death. Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky? Every leaf is goneand it is waiting for the spring. When the spring comes it again fills the tre with the music of many leave, which in due season fall and are blown away; and that is the way of life. 000403 ... souljah But we don't want anything of that kind. We cling to our traditions, to our society, to our names and our little virtues, because we want permanency; and that is why we are afraid to die. We are afraid to loose the things we know. But life is not What we'de like it to be; life is not permanent at all. Birds die, snow melts away, trees are cut down or destroyed by storms, and so on. But we want everting that gives us satisfaction to be permanent; we want our position, theauthority we have over people, to endure. We refuse to accept life as it is in fact. 000403 ... MollyGoLightly Life's not useless. There's no point in it? So make a damn point. Or relax. Both equally attractive options, in my opinion. 000404 ... miniver On Osborne Street, today, I watched some people harass this fat man who was coming out of the drug store until he started to cry, right there on the street, and actually tried to run away. He couldn't really run, though, I guess. And they wouldn't let him go. This was a 30-year-old or so man. When I was in grade 4, on my way home from school, I watched some people drive over a gopher that was running accross the street. Then they backed up, and drove over it again, and backed up, and drove over it a few more times. I had just reached the corner, not three or four steps away -- and I'm sure I saw it at the same time the people in that car did. My mom and sister picked me up a block or so away. I was crying so hard. I ran up to it after, you know? It's guts looked like fucking tomato seeds. But it wasn't the dead gopher that got me. I'm alright with death. I've been through almost all species of dying pets (and loved them all). I think it must have been my first conscious disgust with people, though -- and it was a big first. They just kept driving, back and forth. Over and over. And gopher stayed under and under. An unlucky intersection for the Gopher Family. What am I supposed to do with that? I remember, my sister made made fun of me for crying while we were in the car driving home. Fourth grade is pretty old, I guess, right? Maybe it was my sister making fun of me that was the truly damaging part. Everything made me cry back then. I didn't cry for the fat man, today, though. And neither my sister nor my mom remembers anything about a dead gopher... 000420 ... dallas my friends are scared to leave the womb of each others' company. sometimes it feels like a bunch of puppies cuddling together for warmth, but also fighting a little bit over the limited mother's milk supply. 000422 ... elise sometimes I think I'm not living, only existing. 000425 ... Donut life is so go as God says. 000831 ... squirrel make a living? cost of living? living room? just live we're all making it up as we go live long and prosper 010122 ... Chrity go to: i_have_words 010408 ... Alexander Beetle Well, it's not like I've got anything better to do. 010614 ... silentbob There are two kinds of people in this world: The Heartbreaker and The Heartbroken Real living is getting the chance to be both over and over again 020404 ... phil Both the living and the dead. 020405 ... Raina As I get older, I find that the purpose of, is to not really spend too much time pondering the purpose of 040707 ... LadyDeath900 Living The part of me which keeps me sane. I look forward to each day, with nothing but a conscience that keeps me from slipping off the ground, and falling on my face. I used to wake up in the morning and lay there for over an hour thinking 'Why should I get up?' But, now, I have something to live for. . . Love. . . Love for my friends, and family. The reason I'm afraid to die, is because when I die, what will happen? Will I slip into the void of dark oblivion, or will I go to heaven like we all prophesies? I don't believe, I believe it's a bunch of bull s***!, but ofcourse, I can't speak for everyone. I would like to believe that I will go into a happy place where I can live in eternity forever. . . But, ofcourse, that's not how it works! If you don't go out and do something in life, you will slip away. . . And be forgotten. Like a memory that lives on the winds breath, and finally, when the last thought of that person has died from everyones mind, that person dies, along with all the memories that died. They say, God, the Archy, was never made, he just WAS. How could that be? I wish I knew. . . I wish I knew the answers to all life's questions, but how would that be fun? If I knew everything, my eyes would be dimmed. . . and I would basically be dead, like a rock stuck deep in the ground, expecting nothing to happen. . . I love life, and everything about it. . . I love to explore, wonder and fantasize. It keeps me walking, looking forward to new occurance's and new faces that will come my way. Some people would rather say "The hell with it," and kill themselves, I'm not saying it's that simple, but you get my point, right? Anyway, life will go on if you let it. I wake up looking forward to the new. . . New people, new life, new memories, new history, new faces, even new deaths. . . That's why I get up in the morning, to Live and prosper. I'm not wise, I may have the gift of the glib tongue, but I. . . can't say I'm wise. No one's really wise, for they don't know how much they really know, their feeble minds can't contain all of the possibilities of the world. This is my view on the world and everything else: Let's say you're looking at a piece of paper, you look at the paper, and you see what your eyes absorb, but if you look closer, you'll see that the paper is much more than that, It's tons of strands of fiber and cells packed together forming that thin sheet of paper to see infront of you. . . Most people look at it as a simple piece of white paper, but some people, like me, look at it differently. . . I look deeper into things, I don't just see what's there. I've written a little too much than I really wanted to. o_o; Ok, uh, see ya! End Transmission 041120 ... LadyDeath900 I love being alive. :p 041122 ... Doar . 070804 what's it to you? who go blather from