novy

So it begins. Having experienced a 3 month withdrawal of having no broadband internet, here I am again. I realize what a mess of a life this past one year has been now. I'm also deeply regretful to those others who realize this.
Regardless, something happened at work which was a cruel mockery of my inability to have any type of fortitude in situations that make me nervous. Damn it all.
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Recently, I read a book called The Tao of Pooh. It's about the teachings of Taoism as reflected through Winnie The Pooh. As childlish as this may seem to all of you, it really does make a lot of sense.
Can anything that is alive ever be gone completely?? It seems impossible to me..matter can never be destroyed. Even if we die and lie in a coffin inside of a concrete block for all eternity (even though all eternity is impossible), we'll just change into a decomposed form of what we previously were, and maybe without conciousness, but how could we know, and why would that matter anyways?? Being in a concrete block that long sounds really unappealing to me. I'd rather be buried above ground in a cherry tree field in Japan.
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That's where the Tao comes in, the universal law that keeps everything in motion. I bet the cells inside our bodies are each their own individuals who, within their own microscopic society, hang out with each other and have conversations over long sips of black coffee., just like we do; and maybe we are all parts of a greater body; and maybe I'm crazy; and that's probably what this sounds like. But, writing is a form of expression, thoughts flow from the brain through the veins and cells to the fingertips which in turn press these little plastic buttons and I don't even have to really concentrate on it to make it happen.
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Something's gotta be out there, somewhere. Otherwise, life would be too depressing.
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You asked me how to remove a Snapple from that obscenely confusing Snapple vending machine once. Unfortunately, someone else interjected. I've not seen you since.