(Something different)
The time has come my so called friends to give this story a proper end.
You see my mentality of rationality has been that of sin. The world I see and saw is just a host that I live in. I have no connection, or direction to what is special to me, do you see what I see? My body is torn, each part reborn to the sense that holds the most. My eyes have their sight, my wings have their flight, my ears hear the silence, that control and now guide us. No part of me has unity to the core which is my brain, but are separate from all too see and hear all, with out any fog in it's way. My senses un-clouded, my soul now combated with everything I haven�t seen.
The flames I see are dancing, but not touching, as if they know that if they get to close they will become one, or burn each a little more to none existence. A funny little example to us simple minded that perhaps the more we gain the more we can loose. The one in the middle is dying, taking the burden of heat, a burden he did not ask for, but was given none the less. He was surrounded, maybe because he was funny, good looking, the life of the party, or plain old popular, and he is now paying for it with is life. To be Vain, is to be destroyed, but only a moment at a time, by that which you wanted more then anything else. Ironic, no matter how unfunny it is, it is still ironic.
I did not come to save you, or to maim you, but to show you what is and what is not. Alpha � Omega, Playstation � Sega, it all begins and ends. This is not taught, or with money is bought, but is instilled into our genetic core. It changes not once, not twice, not thrice, but maybe, just maybe, some more.
This is the end my friend, never thought it would come to this, but the free will that was given to us doesn�t let anyone see our future, even God is unaware of what is to be. Watching a show when knowing what the end is pointless, and if God knew the end to our story, I�m sure he�d just change the channel or turn us off. I am (with the help of my own free will of course) writing the end to this story, or to this chapter, or to this page, take it as you will, and readying the ink and the quill, for what I shall write next. My story has ended and it was a good one, lets see if a sequel can be as good as the original.
(Here�s to a new way of thinking)
4:49 p.m. - 2002-02-05
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