Do we change or do we become more like ourselves?

The big question; What's the fucking point? I'd like to call myself a non-theist, or an anti-theist, but my view of 'life' and 'reality' is more complicated than simply believing I'm worm-food, or simply believing there's some big beard in the sky. I know I DO believe that organized religion is based on the human fear of death. It's easier to believe that there's something more, something unfathomable, that can only be attained with your last breath than accepting the possibility that all the effort that goes into <i>doing something with your life</i> is, ultimately, pointless.
Or pointless to you.
Perhaps the right view is not to try and live life as an individual, but as a part of something greater - that being our species, and not the boogie-god. But, even then, the existance of our planet and our species is - from the perspective of the universe - barely a gasp.

This is life - testing, testing...

I had a life once upon a time - then I got into computers.

Violence - the ultimate argument.

Every day of my life I keep waiting for something meaningful to happen.

Life is what you do while you're breathing.

Let there be light

And Gawd said, "Let there be light!"

And the Eternal Pratt replied, "Yes, but what kind? Should it be backlighting, light from the top or light from the bottom? You can't just say 'let there be light'. Should it be a wave or a particle?"

And Gawd did mightily smite him, and replied with a smile, "Both."

YAB - Yet another blog

You know, I figured I didn't have enough blogs I wasn't posting to, so why not ANOTHER ONE?

This is the life sarcastic. I'm starting to think God exists. I'm also convinced he's a complete and utter cunt.

Life is just full of little coincidences that makes you wonder; "Where did I park the car?"

And now, without further adue, the end of this post!

Hi, yeah. I'd just like to say, that I think everything everywhere ever sucks. That's my great inversion theory.