everyone is great but to be grater you have open your mine.

I eat worms.

what did you see when you saw me coming?

if God created man in his image then does that mean that whatever man creates (nuclear bombs ect...) are created in God's image as well?

Every particle, every thing we have ever seen, not seen, even who we are has all come from the same little blip from the nothing.

As I sit here, I listen to my puppy being picked on by my dad, my own conscious anxious to get high, and my inner soul screaming at me stop the madness, yet let it continue. I wonder aimlessly on this computer searching for new wisdom. So far, I have researched William James for the evening and his theories on religion. What have I really learned though? What inspiration have I gotten from reading the Father of Psychology's thoughts? Nothing. They were only true for him, not for me. So I sit here wondering about life. The scholars only have true life if they had friendship. We all only have life if we have friendship. Friends are the basis for our growing and our developing cognitive skills. Without another to share ourselves with, it is as though we become desolate and die with dispair. We all need a person to share our inner feelings and thoughts with. Perhaps this is the beauty of marriage and its symbollic nature here: we need to share ourselves with someone. That is all that life really and truly comes down to. A person is defined through their interactions with others. The more pleasing and thought provoking of an individual you can be, the better. Also, it is strange, quite strange that the attractive have on others. Outer beauty is supposed to be pressed down and ignored, often thought of as shallow, however, beautiful people are often the most easily followed, respected, and adored. Beauty is mysterious in this aspect of how we really truly need it. Making ourselves more physically beautiful should be a personal goal for all....After all, is it not so much simpler than expanding the mind and eating up collective amounts of bodies of knowledge?