Why, you ask?

The adventure of doing an act on a whim is always exciting. What will happen? How will and what will people respond with? This is my journey into that unexpected world of technological vomit.

I am still living in 1994. My access to this thing called "the Internet" is still new and bizarre, believe it or not. I don't know the proper conduct of oneself that should be observed as I'm trolling through the billions of bits of information and distractions. Who cares? I'm not here to shove my important life-views down your throat; nor to tell you what's cool and what's not. It's all relevant eh?

But I am here to share my P.O.V. Just to let it out in this journal-like fashion. I want to know what YOU think. Does what I speak about ring any bells for you? I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING! Is this so much to ask?

I want to know everything from several vantage points because I believe that throught this knowledge, and the knowledge of religious science, I can find the true meaning of life. This is my journey.

Specifically, this year, I've discovered that I must know the reason of our existance. On Earth, with the ability to think with introspection, feelings, pathways...these are all ideas that fascinate me.

Why have we been given this ability to think? Why are we given this intelligence yet so many people deny it and live a superficial version of Life. Simulacrum such as a mannequin in a window display? You cannot easily concede that we are just alive to get married and procreate! How can one judge the value of a life if that is ALL we are here for?

No, we were specifically chosen to carry the burden of thought. Is it to help others? Are we puppets of some omnipotent force? Are the atheists right in their idea that this is the only life that is important and we must make the best of it because there is no afterlife? Are we reincarnated 99 times until we learn the appropriate lessons?

Where has mysticism gone to? It's probably a predictable thing for me to say (and I'm sure that generations before me have said the same thing) but I feel that I am from the last generation where anything had any real value. Though I am only 22, I see the next generation behind me as the vision of decay. Nothing is real for them.

I attend art school and naturally my wonder is of what will be the next movement/revolution. I see nothing but regurgitated versions of things past. In fact, everything that's glorified is vulgar and produced for shock value.