"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 24
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! 28
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, 32
Signifying nothing." ~~Shakespeare's Macbeth, Act V Scene V

Random Thoughts: I feel like I should be writing something profound right here. You know, the kind of thing that changes people's lives. Maybe it should be something funny or something concerning the War in Iraq. Maybe it could just be an observation on life that offers a new perspective. Whatever it is, I feel that I should be able to express it. Yet I don't seem to have the words or the ideas. I feel lacking because I am unable to bring about some monumentous change, but at the same time I feel inspired to keep on typing. I hope that if I continue to move my fingers over the keys on my laptop I will have that lightbulb moment, that brief time when everything in life becomes clear and I will know just what it is that I want to say. Even as I write this I know that it is not going to happen, that this is just a bunch of drivel that makes absolutely no sense and yet I keep on writing. So I'm going to stop now before this goes any futher and before anyone tells me that I should really start to consider a lenghthy conversation with a psychiatrist.

My theory on life: Aka, one more thing that will make people think I need some mentalhealth. I have this random theory on life that the univerese is made up of layers. Each moment of time is made up of a layer and our lives are just us transversing the layers. In my mind I think that on one layer we are being born and on another we are dying. We walk through it all until weend up at a new beginning and then we enter a new layer and a new life. That is my crazy theory of the universe.