What is the meaning of life? Perhaps it's utterly post-modernistic in that it has no meaning or that the meaning was but one creative moment that washes into the sea of time like footprints on the beach? If anything, and I must talk from a purely subjective standpoint, I truely believe that I am the punchline to some great cosmic joke that I lack the capability of 'getting' because my mind is too small.

Of course people have thier own theories, God and creation, some great universal force, pure science and some even odder ones that I don't dare to even imagine. Lets face it... all crap! I mean if we believe in a world of opposites then we must believe that people/deeds/events are either basically good or basically evil, this is so misconcieved because we have lots of 'good' people running around out there doing 'evil' things. I fail to be able to rationalise that at all.

I've not led a blameless life by any stretch of the imagination but I've never done anything 'cruel' or 'evil' to another living creature, so why is it that I have such a shitty life where people are mean to me for no apparent reason. I guess a lot of people can't resist the temptation of taking advantage of me because of my limited, immediate mental capacities but that makes them basically bad but really they are good people. Gah! Now my head is spinning!

Thanks for bearing with me through that, I've no idea what I wrote and if you did then you're much smarter than me.