the_inbetween eatingstars i had so much to say i had so much inside me i keep comparing my problems to everyone elses problems but life is so much more complicated than relative complications i feel like im on the edge of something like im about to put my finger on the meaning of life but i don't think lifes meaning was meant to be known, i think the meaning changes, and is different for each person, i think it's meaning is to not know the meaning, to keep you guessing, to keep you on your toes. it's a paradox, because if that's really the meaning, then i know the meaning, but i can't know it because it's unkown, but if i do know it, then there is no reason for me to be on my toes, no reason for me to be guessing, so thus, i don't know the meaning. and fuck. i don't know what im talking about and im right back to where i started with my finger on the tip of nothing. it's like an evil wind came up and blew my whole life away just so that id have to run around and pick up all the pieces. too bad the wind picked a lazy person and i just left all the pieces in a million different places to rot. maybe life is about finding all the different pieces of yourself and each time you find a new piece you get to be surprised because you werent expecting what you found. but that sounds a lot like determinism or pointlessnesss of life and that scares me. i had so much to say but i keep getting caught up in how to say it, i keep thinking about how pointless it is to say it because everyone already knows it. everyone already knows everything because everything is relative. and this is why i like math. because you are either right or wrong. there is no inbetween. i am scared to death of the inbetween. 060507 ... crOwl i loved this. i'm so happy to see you've returned. 060507 ... eatingstars i never left :) 060507 what's it to you? who go blather from