Morning Dreams Are Making Me Want to Sleep.

So this morning, I decided to go to bed early (around 3 AM) and I set my alarm for about 9, which is much earlier than I normally wake up.
Well, when the alarm woke me up, I had the natural reaction of hitting the worst invention in the world: the snooze button.

Now normally I never remember the dreams I have, unless they are during times when I'm not suppose to be asleep, such as naps during the day, or right after being woken up from a long sleep and allowing myself to drift into it again.


And every time this happens I realize that I'm in the dreams and have some what control over my actions and the dreams.

Anyways, I feel asleep after hitting the snooze button and I started dreaming, very vividly. And at first the alarm would awake me and cause me to hit snooze again, and I would drift back into the same dream, but eventually my dreams and reality intertwined and the alarm noise entered my dream world and created a rhythmic background music and dreamt and dreamt and I had several different dreams and several dreams that repeated or were expansions of dreams from earlier and I can remember at least 4 or so dreams, that felt as long as days and some that went from day to day, and it was like each separate dream was a day, and everything was so vivid and real and they weren't really that extreme, they felt very true and lucid.
And then I opened my eyes and noticed that it was 3 in the afternoon and I had been sleeping for 12 hours, and my alarm had been snoozed for half of that time.

And now at such an early hour (1 am) I am EXHAUSTED and have been for nearly the whole day.
Was I really sleeping/dreaming the whole time after the alarm originally went off?
Should dreaming and sleeping really be considered the same thing?
Because, through my experiences, I've come to realize that dreaming is very tiring.
It's interesting, because my whole body is tired.
But in dreaming, shouldn't it just be your mind? And maybe your eyes because of REM.

Do the muscles in our bodies respond to the way they move in our dreams?
Could a person work out and dream and magically have stronger muscles?

For some reason, it doesn't seem that illogical that our brains could be wired so complicatedly.


Dreams are very underrated.

We need to figure this shit out.

Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland is the best story ever because it inspires my brain.

history and discovery channel inspired dreams are intense

It started with me driving in the car. It was me, my mom, and 2 girls who I recognized but don't remember. I looked into the sky and saw purple and black blobs kind of, but more of like someone was dripping purple and black paint onto the sky but after a few seconds each drop would disappear and they were merging together. Then our car wouldn't start, or something and my mom left and the police went to our car and we ended up in room with 3 head government officials who were holding a meeting on the strange things and they had to like babysit us. I remember asking a lot of questions They believed it to be Nostradamus, an old astronomer who predicted the end of the world hundreds of years ago. "ha ha i watched a thing about him on the history channel the other night" i said. This whole time there was a tv in the room that had football on. I remember seeing a chart (it had two columns of four people and there was their name written in big cool writing and then a passage about them and then an anime like version of them to the right of that) of people who were suspects, or something, in what was happening and Nostradamus was on there on the top right and so was Augusten Burroughs (bottom right), the author of running with scissors. I don't really remember what happened next...wait! i do! (don't remember how it got to this point though) Okay I remember looking out the window and seeing that we were floating! all of Anaheim hills was picked out of the earth and was floating and then we just started falling and hit the ground. after we hit the ground i ran outside in what seemed to be a junk yard. then there appeared a huge fissure in the ground and Anaheim slowly tilted so that everything fell into that fissure but i was able to jump to the other side. and then the other side started tilting to (Picture folding a paper with sugar on it to get all the sugar to the middle).I then ran over to a semi-large piping and held on so that I didn't fall in. Then I saw "figures" running across my vision. I remember hearing the aliens say "destroy all cars on that side and destroy all humans on this side" or something like that. There were about 5 or 6. They looked like miniature power rangers (4-5ft tall) and they each had a different color. Then they found me hiding in a circler tube and they were firing all around me but not hitting me and then they disappeared and i felt a shot in the back of my head...but i wasn't dead somehow. then they were running to their space ship but one of them got left behind and i took his seat on the space ship without them even noticing but the pink one soon did and i just asked if i could be apart of their planet now and they agreed. They didn't even hesitate they just kind of smiled at me and were like "Okay dude sure!" they then created this huge invisible wall to block anyone from coming into Anaheim hills and we left. at their home planet they ended up taking off their masks and they looked exactly like us and they even knew English and when i asked how this was possible they said that they were all from Nostradamus and he had created them hundreds of years before. their planet was a wreck. i imagine it looked like what Iraq would look like. low ceiling stone square housing all torn down and on fire. the air was very dusty. i opened the space ship to get some fresh air but the pink one told me that my throat would catch fire. i ignored her and took two quick breaths. i remember her being very sarcastic. there was one point where we leaned in to kiss but she made a sneezing like action that was very obscene (trying to make me think that that was how they kissed) but i soon dismissed it as her just messing with me when she started giggling and we kissed. I remember being at a bar of some sorts, don't remember really what happened and i was also at some party but don't remember what happened. i just remember there were a bunch of normal people talking and laughing and having fun in like a mansion like place. they were all dressed in modern suits and stuff. Then I ended up at Davids house (but it wasn't the one he lives in now) somehow and i wanted to tell him what had happened but i stopped myself. (something else strange happened while at Davids but i cant remember..something that didn't really have to do with the aliens). I still had a phone that they had given me. it was big red plastic phone that looked like something a kid would have. everyone was talking about the aliens at Davids. i don't really remember what happened then. i remember feeling really scared that the aliens weren't going to come back for me and i kept dialing random numbers on the phone they had given me because they hadn't given me any number to call. and i remember thinking about the pink one an awful lot and wondering why there weren't any girls like that on earth. i think they ended up calling or contacting me somehow and i also ended up telling David (or someone else) about them at some point but its foggy.

then my dad woke me up :[


The coolest part about this dream was that it wasn't frightening at any point. the 'aliens' were all so calm and cool. and witty. often making sarcastic remarks.

i think i'm going to make this into a movie one day

this is the most intense dream i've ever remembered and oh man i wish i could remember more.


(edit:) I also remember looking outside and noticing that the clouds were so low on the ground and i was like wtf it was just sunny before and then the clouds kept moving and i think thats when i realized that we were floating. i also think that i might of seen it on the tv and then realized that it was me. ALSO i remember hearing about the black and purple blobs before seeing them, as if on the radio or something. ALSO the girls were best friends and i know that I liked one and one liked me but when we were in the room i was flirting with the one that liked me but i didnt like...and i dont even remember the other girl being there really. HAHAHA omg! i remember why the aliens had to go back to their spaceship! one of them (i think it was green) had to pee really really bad and he was like shaking and holding his pants hahahahaha fuck i wish i remembered more so bad.


If i remember anything else I'll keep adding it.

the complete puzzle

I am matter connected to all other matter some way or another.

I am everything.


Everyone is everything.


One big whole.


A completed puzzle broken down by single moments of feeling;
Abstract in time.
Disorted by time.
Moments of emotion and recognition.
Of freedom and compassion.

I've learned a new meaning to the word empathy.

I can feel you.
And I can feel you breathing through me and around me.
I can touch it.
I can harness it.

Energy bonds the puzzle pieces together tightly.
You can control.
You can focus the energy and channel it and create something intangible.
But you can feel it, but not in the sense of touch. In the sense of comfort.
You know it's there.


My sickness isn't getting any better...but I'm okay with that.
I could die soon and I wouldn't mind.
I wouldn't feel like my life was useless or incomplete.
It's gonna be okay because I know that now.

I like myself.

Does this even make sense to anyone but me?

Let's say that you believe in God and I said that you are God.
Well, if you've ever heard of anything called logic then this should make sense (for a believer of God):
if you exist then God exists
if you didn't exist then you wouldn't believe in God and therefore God would not exist to you.


Therefore God cannot exist without you, so you are God's creator, or you are in combination with God, or are one in the same.


I am not an atheist. I believe in God within myself. I have my own standards and morals and history. I can create and I can destroy and I can inspire. I can hate and I can love infinitely and indefinably. I can know as much as I attempt to know and I can teach as much as I attempt to teach.
And most importantly, I can think for myself and conjure up my own ideas and thoughts of judgment and forgiveness and revenge and deceit, etc. I can decide and decipher good and evil. Opinion is the fuel of my own mind and faith. Fate is something that I control within possibilities limits. I am me. Myself. My own God.

How can there be so many personalities?

How can there be so many personalities?

Why do people fall for the people they fall for?

I kind of wish I wasn't such a sucker for girls who have similar interests as I.
Why is that so attractive?


It seems like it would give something for me to talk about, but no matter one no one is ever interested in anything as much as I am, no matter what it is. If I waste time to think about it for a second that means I'll think about it a million more seconds.

And I'm constantly making references to things that no one ever really gets.

And if I really like you, you'll know it. My mind becomes one tracked all of a sudden and instead of thinking of a million things constantly, every other thought will be of you. What you're doing and if you've thought about me recently. It's hard to tell these things when you're so far away and inconsistent.

But I guess consistency is never completely possible. There aren't patterns.

Or maybe there is. Just generally though.

I always try to tell myself that I won't spill my whole heart out so much, I'll just let her come to me. But I can't help it when I don't want to lose the person.

I hope things get a little easier.

Dreams

I had a dream that I walked outside and looked into the sky and comet holmes, or something, exploded.

And then there was clarity.


I wish I could remember my dreams better.

Sometimes I wish my life really was a dream, so that I could change things. Or so that everytime I dropped out of REM, the world would end, just waiting for a new one to begin.

It's amazing how many types of melancholy there can be. There's one when you're alone and there's still one when you think you're not. People scare me.
I care too much.
Why am I so selfish?
And selfless. Selfless by means of not knowing why I am the way I am.
I can't stand up for myself because I don't want someone to ever feel as sad as I do sometimes.

What caused me to be this way. I thought I'd be ready by now, but inconsistency has always been my own worst enemy. Fuck. I need to control myself.

Everyone knows about this theory. Or concept. Or question. How come you can know what's wrong with you and not be able to fix it? But you can help anyone else that has a problem right away.

Thinking. Constently thinking. Doubt and hope. I'm sorry.

Like really sorry. If you actually do tell the truth, then I'm especially sorry and if you're trying to fuck with my head, then I'm sorry if it was too easy for you.

The recluse is born now.

Phone's on silent or off.

Computer is off or on, but lacking aim and myspace, for homework support.


I need my dignity back.

Or whatever that thing is that gives you pride and confidence and keeps you from making a fool of yourself.


I'll just need a few days, I hope.


If you really want me or need me or whatever, then I'm sorry, but you have to try harder to show it. And if you feel you shouldn't need to, then I'll probably never live up to my potential.

I really am a pretty great guy, but my flaw is being a manic, bipolar, little bitch who can't really handle any type of relationship very well.

That's why every best friend and love I've ever had are gone.

Snails see the beauty in every inch.

My two favorite quotes I've written at some point in my life:

If you didn't have a word for every feeling you ever felt wouldn't every feeling be....unique?


and



Love can only occur in short bursts.

Wake initiated lucid dreams

Something very strange happened to me about a week ago and it's been haunting me ever since. I was lying down in my car, with the seat all the way back, and I started spinning violently. It was like I was falling down a hurricane or a tornado. My body flailing with the currents of the wind, but I was on ground. I was stable. I could see people, but they were blurry and they were yelling at me. Screaming at me and I was trying to scream back. I could hear myself screaming to the person in the passenger seat, even though I knew I wasn't inside my car anymore. I was in a drunken rage, stumbling and cursing around; attacked by blur and white noise. My heart was pounding and my adrenaline was pumping. I was so frightened of an endless swirling; frightened of an endless and constant fear of something. I felt like I was dying or withering away very slowly and would never be able to stop or control it. And then I woke up.

The girl in my passenger seat said I was sleeping soundly. Perfect. Like an angel. I was astonished. I've seen people toss and turn in their sleep, strangled by their dreams and their nightmares. I've seen people yell, kick, scream, cry; all while unconsciously doing so. This made me wonder why that didn't happen to me, so I researched it.

Lucid dreams; yes I was already very aware of what lucid dreams were, and they have always caught my interest a great deal before this incident. Lucid dreams are dreams in which the dreamer knows that he/she is dreaming, and thusly, with the knowledge of being in a dream, they are able to manipulate the dream however way they wish. But I had always thought that dreams were things that came late into sleep. At least a half hour after you had already fallen asleep, but this one came instant; so quick that I didn't notice the transition between reality and the dream (which of course, you never do with real dreams anyways, but come on…).

W.I.L.D., or wake-initiation of lucid dreams, is where a person goes directly from being awake and aware to being in a dream state with unbroken self-awareness. This is what happened to me. Funny enough, symptoms include, but are not limited to, a falling sensation, rapid vibrations, sequence of loud sounds, and a twirling feeling.

at the bottom of everything.

Jennifer.

If I think about it, it almost makes me feel like I have been living the past 5 or 6 years for her. A puppet, but not in such a bad way. I'm very happy with my life right now and I can owe that to her.

It all started in 7th grade. She was in my English class, and I was some shy little kid that didn't talk to anyone, but she persisted and she very quickly grew into someone I could talk to. One of the first people that I could tell anything. The first person who could detect any mood I was feeling. She showed me what empathy was. What happiness was. Hyperness. Friendship. Comfort. She showed me what love was. She showed me how to show love and when to love and that no matter what happens between two people that love eachother, there will always be something there that bonds them together. She showed me the meaning of intangible.

The reason I started listening to bands that have shaped my music taste today is because of Jenn. The Used, Coheed, Linkin Park, Green Day. All the gay crap that slowly inspired the music I still listen to. Every song would remind me of her. She never knew it, though. Jenn was the first person I talked to on the phone. Jenn was the first person I ever wanted to kiss. The first person I passed notes with between classes. The first person I would walk with to class and feel like I was the coolest person in the world. And I was always so happy with her. Everyone made fun of me and I shouldn't of let that get to me because we had so much fun together...
When I went out with Haley it was because of Jenn.
When I went out with Tammy it was because of Jenn.
I loved Jenn. I didn't want her to know. I didn't want it to ruin our friendship, but I was so much in love with her. So I hid behind other relationships that she would kind of suggest. But I found out later that she was doing the same thing. Trying to push that love away because it was so scary. It was so strong...
And then I moved...
And I still talked to her on the phone, but even then I felt it slipping.
And me always talking about new girls. Maybe that's what did it.
One day she just liked two guys. And was asking my opinion. Of course I picked the one who was my best friend at the time because I thought the other kid was a douchebag. And you know maybe I made a good choice. They were together for almost 4 years, right?
But as soon as they started going out I felt like shit.

But I moved on, or so I thought. But then a couple months later I moved back, and it was summer.
And everyday I just wanted to go to Jenn's house. And I did.
I went to Jenn's house so many times that summer. We'd always walk to pick up her little sister. We'd always lay in the grass or lay in her room and watch music videos or listen to music or talk about everything. And it happened again. I fell in love with her again. Maybe even worse this time.
She taught me something that I'll never forget.

That moment. It was weird. The first time I really could've kissed someone. But I didn't because she was with him, and I'm not one to be a jerk. Well...at least not back then I guess, so I just tried not to think about it. Until she brought it up. She could read me so well. "Why do you keep looking at my lips?" My face probably got so red. I had no excuse so I stayed silent. "If you look at someone's lips that usually means you want to kiss them..."

Wow. She had me pegged.

I still think about that. I still look for that. It's so true, too. I have loved knowing that for this long.

But back then, she knew that I was totally falling for her. And one day I came over. And we got into a silent fight and we just stopped talking to eachother. I don't remember what happened. We both just started pouting. We had this connection that was so powerful. We always knew what the other felt or was thinking. And we'd talk about it through some weird kind of telepathy, but once it wanted to come out between breaths, that was when we would get scared. Scared of saying something that had more meaning in it then anything we had ever said before. And then hearing it would've been just as hard. To digest something like that. Not just a phrase or a word but it's like digesting a whole new emotion, or entity.

After that, I stopped coming over. And then highschool started.
At first it was so awkward between us, but it was inevitable that we become drawn back into being the best of friends. But it was different this time. Since we were actually around other people, I grew jealous. And stupid. And maybe she did too. I know she did actually. It was horrible. We'd fight so much. The same silent wars. One day we'd not say a single word to the other, but the next day we'd forgive eachother. And then it got too much for me, as most things do. And I collapsed. And the telepathy withered and I said the most harsh things that have ever come out of my mouth. Well at least up until a couple months ago.


Ever since then our relationship was scattered into a few moments of seeing eachother here and there but everytime we did there was still that feeling in the air. A very strong tension remained. I loved seeing her. We loved seeing eachother. Even if it was always so random and only a few times a year, those times we would connect. Silent connections again. Just glance at eachother and smile. Maybe say an old inside joke from years ago every once and awhile. And that was that. Nothing more. It was so innocent. And then afterwards we'd talk about it and talk about how great it was to see eachother.

Nobody else would understand this. We would exchange a sentence or two outloud but we'd be talking the whole night.
Or maybe I'm crazy. I'll never know how she felt...


And then, a couple months ago... I came over.
At 10, just to stop and say hi.
We sat and talked for a while.
I had done it many times before.
But this time was different.
Both of us were confused about everything.
And we didn't like talking about it, but it was there.
And then we went to get ice cream.
Frosties actually.
And then we went to a park and that was where it happened again.
We ate the frosties and talked.
And then we walked around...and it was like 8th grade again and we were laughing so much.
And it was so cute, because she'd ask questions about girls and when I would answer them I could tell she would get so jealous. I loved it. And then we taught eachother how to dance. The moon looked so pretty. And then...we went back in the car and laid down and it was very quiet. And then we went back... and watched movies. And we were laying next to eachother. And then we weren't watching the old black and white movies. We weren't doing anything but holding eachother. We didn't kiss. We didn't do anything. We couldn't do anything expect breathe heavily. But I wanted to. But I couldn't. And then I left, and I had to sneak out... but I talked to her the way home. And we came to the conclusion that this was it. But we had to wait a little while...
And then I couldn't wait.
She broke up with him the next day.
But she said it wasn't because of me.
Not all because of me at least.
But I felt sad for him. So sad.
Best friend or not.
It's too much for a person and I've experienced similar pain and I know how bad it hurts and I never want anyone to go through that. So I said no to her, again.
I told her, again, that it wasn't the time.
We should just stay friends.
We'd missed our chance already and now it's too late to go back.

And then we fell out of closeness again, just like that.

And then out of nowhere there's him.
And I was confused.
I understood it, but it sucked.
That could be me right now, I kept thinking.
But I chose them over her...
Why...
It was so stupid of me. They had barely ever done anything for my benefit, and they didn't choose me over a girl ever, in particular her. And she did so much for me...




And I think about all the things that I've done that were based off of her.
The reason I was attracted to Heather was because she reminded me of Jenn.
The reason I started singing was because jenn told calvin and i to play basket case and my voice was horrible and i wanted to make it better...(still no luck)
The reason I started writing poems was because she asked me one day and I wanted to impress her.
The reason I got into music so much was because I wanted to impress her.
So many little things that I've done...for her, because of her, while thinking of her, while looking at her, while being with her.

And now it'll just continue because she's still here with me. I can feel her so well. Whenever I'm alone and I think of something bad...I think of how she is with me and she knows what I'm thinking and that I should stop. I don't want her to watch over me or watch through my eyes or my thoughts and think that I am not as great of a person as she thought I was.

I regret that I didn't tell her everything that night. I was so close...

Oh, and remember when you asked if I was over her? I wasn't then. But I am now.
Sadly, I don't think I will ever get over you, though.
This hurts.


And the last thing I said to her before she died was that she had ruined my life. That I was a mess of sadness because of her...

Napoleon Solo

Everyone is so fucking stupid. The human race has been doomed by our apparent inevitable arrogance. Everyone's always judging everything now and if they aren't speaking about it publicly, usually they are just hiding their comments in their mind. Think of every friend you have right now that you have made fun of. Every person that you have cared about, or has cared about you, that you blamed something for. Something that wasn't their fault. Something they could've never foreseen or changed or helped.

Think about all the people who have come and gone in and out of your life. All those people that you miss or that you wish were still in your life. The same people that you blamed certain things for that weren't even close to being in the vicinity of their own will.

What's going to happen when one of these people that you used to love so dearly, one of these people that you blamed for a single mistake or flaw...what's going to happen when one of these people die?

How would you feel about your words then?
Regret. Shame. Anger Depression. Guilt.

Stop being arrogant assholes and think about what you're doing and what you're saying to the people you care about or that care about you because they WILL be gone one day, when you least expect it. And then you'll spend the rest of your life having to hold an apology in until you get to see them again, if that even happens, because you will learn right away that that person meant a hell of a lot more to you then you think they did and that slight flaws and miniscule mistakes could never overpower every time they've been there to get you through something or even every single time they just made you smile.

Gold Mind Gutted

We were stroke of luck.
We were a gold mine that gutted us.

This song has always had some weird meaning to me. I used to cry when I heard it.

It was grass-stained jeans and incompletes and a girl from class to touch
but you think about yourself too much and you ruin who you love.

Why did I used to cry? It wasn't like bailing type thing; I mean sometimes a few tears would strike the carpet or land on my shirt but it was more of an internal sobbing that screamed out for something. And the last little melody that comes on right about now when the drums stop...it clenches that feeling. It tells it I should be sad. Why should I be sad? No other songs really hit me like this one. I guess it's because it used to get stuck in my head when it meant nothing and than as I sit here doing nothing I remember every time I heard it inside my head while something bad was happening. While I was getting kicked out or while I was being cheated on. Or while I was cheating on...Every regret goes straight back to this song. Yeah you might not remember when I sang bowl of oranges but directly after I was listening to this song for some reason. It's not like I planned it. Who would?
But it doesn't bother me as much anymore. It used to make me think of everything that has so many flaws and how, no matter how much I've tried, I really can't avoid the inevitable. And that's just more depressing. All these things around us that destroy not just individuals but everyone around them. And then they pass on their bad habits and the cycle repeats itself until theres no where to escape.
I don't do drugs. I never have. Why? People say it's great. People say I'd be perfect for it. It would really open my mind to creativity... But is it really your creatitvity when you need something to force it out of you? I've been debating this for a long time. To me it wouldn't just be about having a good time and getting high. That sounds ridiculous. If I did something that threatened every thing around me then I'd like it to serve a purpose. To help me somehow get over all these things that I just can't seem to get passed. All these obstacles. These nightmares I have where every regret in my past repeats itself in my future and I'm just doomed from the start. What's the point if that's how it's going to be. Can anything really help that? No, probably not. That's why I'm not totalled right now. But everyone seems so sure that I'm the perfect canidate. I don't really like politics. :/
Anyways. Noone really knows but I do drink sometimes. I mean its really nothing. I'm not rapidly escalading into an alcoholic. I haven't done it in awhile. But when I did...I was happy. I keep telling myself that stuff is in my head. That's always been my arguement. It's in your head. Drunkenness is in your head. In some ways I think I was right. You can control your actions if you think about them, but your mind is so easily distracted. You could be terribly sad for a moment and then distracted by something as simple as a stuffed animal and it'll make you bounce extremes, straight to a smile. A laugh out loud. And it doesn't matter that you're actually lawling because you aren't thinking about what people in your house think. Your fucking house that's always so fucking miserable. Your house that never really feels like a house when you walk in the front door so you escape to your room and everyone bitches at you, but they aren't any different. I'm sick of all the yelling and the screaming. It seems like it's every day; seems like its every night now. No, I know it is. And what did we do wrong? A job. I don't have a job. I'm lazy. Get over it. I go through phases. I might be happier sooner. Maybe not. But I've been looking for it so you shouldn't get mad at me. It's just with these kind of things, happiness mostly, they just come to you and you can't find them hidden in the soil and they certainily don't pop out at you. I'm doing what I can to keep sane even if I have minimal friends and something less than family...
A family. I always go to peoples houses. They are so close...I've never felt that before. Never. Everyones family seems so much more aware of each other. Noones hidding in their room.All four kids aren't hidding in their rooms, only communicating to bitch about back seat royalties and bathroom needs. I don't ever want something like that. I want the feeling of a family so bad and I don't know how to get it. I've felt it with friends before but friends can always desert you such as mine have done. Families can't leave which should make them try harder...
Fuck. I don't want to do this anymore...


Well I did my best, to keep my head..

I wrote this a long time ago

Fuck all this fucking christian bullshit. I'm getting so fucking sick of it. It's pathetic how much a fucking work of fiction has fucked up my whole life. How can anyone back it up? I don't understand. All the same bullshit arugments that just contradict themselves. There being a god makes no sense at all and even if there was one it would not make sense to worship him because of the stupid shit hes put on this earth like ignorant people. Fuck.you. Argh. I could argue against christianity all day but everyone I start arguing with avoids the subjects and topics I put forth and changes the subject or says something that makes no since at all like "God chose humans to be special because they have longer life spans." What the hell? Couldn't he of made anything else have longer life spans? And these possession things you hear about and see on t.v. where the possessed go crazy over the mention of jesus christ...OH MY YOU DONT THINK IT COULD BE THE CHURCH PEEPS TRYING TO SCARE YOU!?! People will follow jesus's principles but not hitlers. THATZ WEIRD D00DZ. What's the difference between god secluding the human race from hitler secluding the german race or whatever the fuck hitler wanted. angadf fuckkk its so late im so tired but i want to debate the particle cube thing. Maybe god didnt seclude us because he didnt even make anything. the sun. the randomness of the universe just happened to push a few atoms together and then a few more and a few more and the more that came together the more advanced things became to put it simply. because if god was really that great he wouldve created humans to be the very first creature. i cant even see this stupid ocmputer screen but fuckkkk i just want to scream at everyone who was so ignorant to pick up a religon and not even read a word about it. noone knows anything anymore i hate this so much