From:  "HybridRainStorm"
Date:  Wed May 21, 2003  3:55 pm
Subject:  well, here goes, my 1st post here, oh joy >.>

I hadn't really had the energy to play "catch the random words
running thru my head and plaster them to reality" lately, so I've
just been playing my "mental-escape" cards instead. But today i woke
feeling bored, so i figured i'd amuse myself with a post. Actually,
it's just another dumb raw word-toss straight from my possibly
insane mind, but ...*shrugs* it's something different from the
blissful empty-headedness i've had for a while so i figured i'd
stick it here.>>>

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Sitting in the corner of my mind is a pile of dirt,...an

ant pile...and seemingly unnoticed, i observe it. Ants

feverishly moving clumps of dirt to their desirable

positions, ...at last a ant pile complete. Now what?

nothing left to do after building,... but more building,

or for that matter, experiencing the effects their

creation has bestowed to them. Out of nowhere a foot

stomps down on their castle. Casualties follow, yet soon

after they start rebuilding. Why? so like a mirror to

human nature they are...with no idea as why to they

spend all their lives building things of material or

emotion when everything corodes in the end, and what

once WAS is eventually forgotten. Constant cycles of

building and breaking. No person can really attain

anything, all materials can be destroyed, and all

emotions spent and lost with time and death alike. Back

and forth we go tossing the riddle in our

subconsciousness, "what is happiness?, what is the

point?" and the best answer our feeble little minds can

create is that "happiness is the persuit of happiness"

or happiness is belief in our fabricated god and

afterlife. Such a plastic existence we live.