the fallacy

it is not true that i sit here now, the same man i was moments ago. It is not true that you, either, are amongst being anything but similar to your recently past self.

I can slouch. I can slouch like teh lowest, the sweatiest mule at the end of the line. OR i can stand tall. Head and shoulders above my peers. But i am the result of choice. Though i hardly pay it tention than I am only alive due to the aptitude of mine slouching self. The sheer will of my infant human body to survive without any cognizant guidance is something that on one hand amazes me; and on the other makes me feel more like everyone else that is now living. I still do not fathom, perhaps, the extent of death, though i fear it be the fallacy of mine living self; that which does not recall its ability to think. And instead chooses death.

For in that moment that one chooses death, you give up your ability to choose. You kneel to the outside forces in your life, and give it up entirely; for they demand nothing less than your breath.

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the heat of a thousand shells being shot through the air sinks down upon you, your neck seeping sweat, soaking the nylon belts strapping the ammuntion to your torso with sebaceous testimony. You cringe at the fearsome mystery that has arisen before you. A general, no. A king, perhaps. But a god, surely beyond. A titan. A towering giant that beshadows everything you could ever call home; anything you ever considered secure.

And the mystery amongst your peers is only what took you so long to catch on to the fear. People were dying. Everywhere. And you could be next.

But the shaking clap of your best friends hand upon your back wakes you; and confidence rings your spirit to wakefulness. Hope is only a bystander to friendship. She is there to, i dunno, give you a blowjob when things are rough. Friendship is what entitles you to the title of human. It is the core of immortality.

and hey, come on. you know you're there for your friends. Imagine if everyone you met was your friend! strangers were possibly new friends!

Wow, this would be one happy planet.

lol, then agian, it'd still be easier to lace some water sources with lyso's Disurgic acid. gah-hyuk!

lol....time for bowl 2.

plant research is fun.

i imagine mycology will become an intersting side-venture. I am most intersted in plant physiology, as in plant functions and such, and their manipulation. Tropisms, metabolic processes, transpiration. These are things that seed the ability to make plants that can do some pretty crazy0awesome things. Like imgagine stuff that heals when its damaged, and as long as it recieves some measuruable amount of intake, it renews itself; ie it will stay functional for as long as it recieves power. A symbiotic relationship would give rise to a regenerational relationship between what I know of plants and machines. With marginal, almost ridiculously low upkeep from people in the early stages.
i can't wait.

this is gonna be a lot of fun.