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What to say what to say. . I ponder the ways of the world and the inhabitants there in. I am included in the long list of lost souls, meandering around aimlessly. Searching maybe for the purpose of all of this. As if when we found our purpose we'd be all the happier. But it seems as though the wandering is the purpose. The creativity and so called free will we have leads us in whatever direction our minds choose. our purpose becomes whatever we decide it to be. All this searching is only buying time untill our minds decide to give birth some random meaning which we will eventually accept or reject. Fate is our subconscious, we create our own purpose. eh whatever, it's not making sense. . .just the rambling of an old man as he visits himself in his own mind, walking in and out as if there were a giant hole in his head. And through this hole thoughts puored out onto a keyboard, meaningless dribble. . .HA ! ! !