"Immortality is in the written word" I wonder if that is the reason why I write. because although I claim no fear of death, for truely "the other side" is splendid. I think perhaps I still have some innnate fear that what I will leave behind is a smoking pile of rubish, that all that is will be for naught, and although philisophically that doesn't bother me I think perhaps that it actually bothers me. Somedays I ponder the meaning of life in a deep, meaningful and serious way, other days I realize that the meaning isn't important and I left all that seems deep float by liket he nonimportant clouds and I ponder the things that actually make up life, all the little "unimportant" things. the stuff that reality is made out of. the true "meaning of life" (I am certain, if you look) can be found within all the little things. it's the everyday details that make a story interesting and It's what makes it feel real. It gives the story a deepness that can not exsist in simply the deep philisophical ponders that seem at first glance to be the deep part of the story.
Tuesday, October 21, 2003