IDK. Trying to sort out life on some levels. Oh well, doesn't matter. I don't think I ever did. I am just one man, a mere speck of dust, a sub-atomic particle in a vast universe that cares not for my thoughts or feelings. There will be those that have happiness and all that they desire, and those who can only imagine it. But there in lies the question: "Do you appreciate it more if you have all that you want, or more when it is gone, or if it is merely a construct in your mind?" Massive contemplation from such a minuscule insignificant speck, that means nothing in a universe that probably doesn't know or even care that the speck exists within it. Enough mildly depressive philosophy, from this speck aware that it exists. Gonna try and get some writing done, even though I have no idea where my fictional story will go. Too much procrastination is a bad thing sometimes.