artman

I should probably write something here. Since I figure that this will go unnoticed I suppose it couldn't hurt. Observations from a elderly (in regards to this site anyhow)member. I've always felt alone in the sense that I have a hard time making a true connection with others. I can find people that have a single common interest. But there are very few people that actually "get it" People that search out truths. People who can understand that despite what they are told, that things are sorely amiss. People that know that an old lie is no more legitimate than a new one. People who realize that art and love are the only things worth living for. And they are the only things that seperate us from animals (well I guess speech,cognative thought, and thumbs would also apply but they are not nearly as dramatic) Niether love nor art, are necessary to survive but they are they are both crucial in our search for meaning. I mean why exactly are we here? To reproduce? To worship at the feet of some god? To mindlessly consume? I just can't believe that. I read and read and try to figure it all out, but naturally there are no definitive, neat tidy answers. All it does is make you question everything, all the time. And you wake up and realize that almost everything around you is utter bullshit, with the exceptions of personal relationships, art and love. um...sorry maybe this is the reason I can't find anyone to talk to. Who wants to talk?