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EnJoy

I have plans, big plans,
I'll build you a house.
Every stone will be a tear,
and you will never move out.
Yes, I'll build a little house for you.
With no windows, no door.
Inside it is dark,
And no light penetrates within.
Yes, I'll make you a home,
And you will be part of the whole thing.
Stone by stone, I wall you in,
Stone by stone.
I will always be with you.

OK i will go on a ramble, its your choice whether you read this or not, and properly, i will make the longest blog of my life, I'm just going to show you what its like in my head, what i think of etc.

Firstly, what is love? why do animals feel it? what makes the brain so dependant on another life-form in that which becomes addicted or obsessive over another being. Why do people fall in love, why do we love people in our family, well that's just something i cant get my head round, i also don't understand why humans are such socialable creatures, why must we talk, laugh and play with other beings and enjoy it, where does the need for amusement come from, which brings me onto another point.

Dreams, why do we dream? What is the importance of a dream, why do we dream about either finding love, companionship or just what you did that day, or dream you woke up, or dream your in a TV show, why does the brain have to be so active when its meant to be resting? Is it that the brain continuously pumps out imagination and ideas into a dream so that the brain body doesn't think its dead, and to prevent death? Is this why people die oddly in their sleep? Because they aren't dreaming, so the body assumes its dead?

Which is another point, Death and the afterlife, i personally do not believe in after life, we are all just a massive coincidence of matter and material that was formed through collisions and other means, we have no purpose in life or in the universe, we are just moving organisms which are capable to think for ourselves. So when we die, there's nothing there, Heaven isn't above us, its just clouds and stars, Hell isn't below us, the earth isn't flat, and at the center of it, its just magma and rock.

Your either fascinated by the 3 previous paragraphs, or just lazy and skipped to this line, either way you might have a brief idea of what I'm rambling on about. You see, I'm an inquisitor, a thinker, i like to let my mind wonder into the unknown, explore the unexplored, every thing is a whole new mystery to me, after all, its not really ME doing the thinking, its my overactive brain which controls this shell that i live in. This shell allows me to live longer,, being able to keep me alive by pumping blood through me and allowing energy consumption, without my ugly shell, i would not exist, i after all, am the thing you call 'your' brain, when actually its not 'your' brain at all, you are the brain.