On the day you lived
You woke to find
that life has ended

Is a pretty world
The one with flowers
Is it the one with days of sunshine and mirth?
Why not ask the question yourself?
You've lived....
I must say this though,
I find your error rather inviting

A quip

So the infernal man said to the latter, "I dig your square root. You could see me coming from a mile away, if you had eyes." The turtle just grinned. Is this the right street? There seemed to be a squaking gander around somewhere. And if it be known, there are only two ways to judge a jury. Malpractice and insight, I recall, are the three duty bound ledgers of hypocrites and who knows what. But I make a correction of the twenty thousand marching into the kaleidoscope ring. These vaccums are the delight of all, my friend, so don't go calling disaster when you are too old to vote. And once again....

Entry 5

This initial entry was kind of stupid, so, I'm putting this one in its place. Well, I've tried doing "odd" so I wanted this entry to be an attempt at being normal. I'm exploring thought right now in some specific ways. I came to the notion that survival is not the main goal of life. Living is. "Newsflash," some of you may be saying to yourselves, but it not altogether so plainly clear as it might seem. If one allows oneself to get caught up in the dream of affluence, then standard of living, success, become eventually crucial to one's happiness. I'm speaking from my own experience when I say it can become easy to miss life as it is happening, all due to the lock-jawed goal of becoming successful.