Mr Pessimistic.

Okay, so maybe my last entry was a bit on the doomsday side. Due to my on going fascination with, and recent meanderings of, the void, I decided to do a googal search with the word. I clicked on images becasue I was curious to see that our little collective mind thaought that the void might look like, and this is what I found.

Isn't it great? I love it. Its perfect. Its a great representation of the void, don't you think? Is it an extra large veggie or an extra small key board. Is that even why the veggie is there. It seems like a meaningful clue into existence. But really, what is it? Its nothing. But some how it got brought into existence. PLOP. There it is. I'm fascinated that someone went to the kind of trouble to put it there. It takes more effort then just penciling something on the wall doesn't it? but why? what the hell does it communicate?

I was about to say that I wish life was more like this. But it IS this, isn't it? Think of all the things that you love and hate and worry about for a moment. Now keep that idea, the totality of it all, and, look at it as if it were this picture. This one picture, not even what is in the picture, but the picture itself. Isn't it the same thing? This thing is the result and conclusion of some sort of drama that was happening to one or more people at one time and put up on the the wall for all to rep the befit of understanding.But what does it mean? anything at all?

Take anything out of context and the world deconstructs into nothingness. "I think therefore I am" is bullshit. The truth is, You think, therefore I am. Nothing can ever have meaning and therefore existence with out the rest of the world supporting it and visa versa!

Maybe thats why I have such a strange fascination with the internet. It is the most random collection of unrelated ideas that was ever linked together. In its great efforts to give information and meaning, it has become an explosion of meaninglessness. It embodies the void. Its randomness of objects and ideas that never lead to anything else is in effect the void itself.

First ever post.

Okay, so now I have a blog. it will find its settling place amongst millions of others. Im not sure that I have anything incredibly witty to say. and of course when ever I write into it, i will be unable to not be aware of the few people that might read it. because who else would besides people that I know? It would be more comforting I think, if I thought that it was entirely anominous. like some meaningless gerfettee on a wall. At most the only emotions that it would really conger up in someone might me a bit of contempt for the nuisance of needing to clean it up. But thats all it is really. all these blogs. If your lucky there might be a few that stumble across it. perhaps even find a little meaning in it. But after all, its just a bit of gerfeetie. badly spelled at that. and who am I kidding. no one ever finds meaning in the random scribbling on the walls. do they?

so why am i wasting my time. mostly. its slow at work now. and I might have a story to tell. besides. there is an certain fascination that i have with talking into a void. its a bit like watching stars. not in any sort of constructive way. to looking at them and considering them as a whole. there they are. and if you wish to, you can even give them your thoughts. who knows, maybe someone will be listening. its that wonder. that improbababul possibility. that it has a purpose after all. that the void in and of its self will be an entity all of its own. its humanity as god.

In one of kurt Vonagets books there is a carictor that always takes note of everything in his mind. he believed that people are little reporters. they reported to god what life is. because that was the reason why god made us, to know more of what life is. perhaps its a bit like that.