Observing life... it’s fun, but what when you’ve observed all that there was? Create a virtual life and observe it? But wouldn’t it all just be puny, pitiful crumbles of life? can you really create something novel outside of itself? no.. you can’t... or maybe, maybe you can? ‘You can’t break the laws of physics,’ they say, ha, maybe they can’t. who says I can't, though? I CAN. I have credibility too, I’m part of the universe. I am the universe, so you better listen to me when I say it. You are too, the universe? And you say that you can’t? Well, that makes the answer somewhat of a paradox. But, that is just what I needed! The beautiful thing about a paradox is that it is the glimpse of possibility in impossibility. I can shoot my shot now, and I will. I will shoot the shot every day. You can say I’m wasting my time, but what do you, or anyone knows? You only know what you feel that you know. Knowledge is the feeling of knowledge.

What am I, do you know? I’ll tell you... I’m sorrowful! Have I plagued your life? Ha, I’m sorry about that! Well... did I not make it more interesting? I don’t know. I do it because believe it or not, my life is pretty sad too. All I really would like is a friend. Hey! You may hate me, but humans love anything once its gone. You know how many times I’ve heard happy people say they miss their sorrow a bit? Ridiculous, right? Well happy people are ridiculous anyways. Hey, don’t look so sad, I’ll let go of you soon - as long as you don’t let go first. Also, even if you can’t go through life enduring your sorrow, you can try to endure it without going through life. Believe it or not, there is more to life than life! Listen buddy. You can always quit whatever you’re doing, walk out of your home, and you can speak to a guy on a bench. Maybe that guy won’t be interesting, maybe he’ll think you’re insane, maybe you’ll hate speaking to him! But hey, you don’t even have to do that. Just go along the shore, or go to the woods. You become your surroundings, three things in life which a man could become; an individual, a part of society, a sparrow on a willow tree. Being an individual hurts, man! Why do you do that to yourself? being a part of society? Well, to live deep within the world of humans you mustn’t be one. What you will become, however, is something more terrifying than anything you can conceive off -you will become the outer wooden frame of a worn out renaissance portrait. Expose yourself to any absurd idea for long enough - and it becomes an irrefutable fact. but, so does the truth. Become a sparrow. You can! it takes no effort. Run to the woods and fly, bask in the rainstorm as you forget about the world of humans. You become your surroundings. You can always escape as long as you don’t forget that you can. Of course, you don’t have to... but know that you can. Hey! Know that you can do a lot of things. You can kick a cat. But why? Don’t do it, idiot.

on the concept of not being appreciated unless you’ve materialized something, if you have all the traits but a weak will, you are never appreciated by anyone. you can have the creativity, the brilliant mind, you have no strength to put it to paper? to a painting? to a song? you won’t be appreciated by a soul. one of the most gruesome facts of life. more gruesome than disease, murder, rape, any of those. the lack of appreciation for a person’s talent, it is intensely gruesome. I rather see myself as talentless, that way i don’t expect anyone’s appreciation, but knowing that i can do it if only i had the strength? it buries me in a pit of anguish.

I devoted my life to the sea. I don’t like the sea that much though, actually I’m fairly sea sick too, I’ve been puking every few days, it’s gotten a bit better though. The reason why I’m in the middle of the ocean right now is because I heard that humans only discovered 15 percent of the species there, though I’m not on some noble mission to be the discoverer of rare species, I just wanted to find a friend. I’ve lost my love for humans, and though I don’t have much against the animals that we currently know, I don’t see anything interesting in them either. I hope that somewhere deep in this ocean there lies an animal unlike any other, one that I could enjoy conversation with, play checkers with, maybe even drink with, an animal that will be both loyal and intelligent, so far the only the two that come close to that are dogs and humans, except the dogs lacks intelligence and the humans lack both.