Funny how a million people can be hanging out in one city, but everyone as isolated as a research scientist on Greenland.

Do you feel you ARE TRULY ALONE? Some can't handle that. Is it by choice or are you socially dysfunctional?
You are not alone... even though you may think you are...
People pretending to be people that they are not, are doing a terrible injustice to themselves.  Hiding behind a mask, that would never let in or out the light of who they truly are.
The reason why one may feel alone may be because they are never sharing. What can some one gain from this pursuit of cloaked identity? Money? Worship? Losers thinking you are cool? What is cool any ways?

I have been finding on the net, it is very easy to be someone else... an alter ego. 
Any one could be a man, a woman, a hermaphidite, a homosexual, a woman-hater, a wannabe playboy...

Most of the time being afraid to be honest with themselves and other people… only spitting poison around them. 

All words are powerful in this world… why waste them on trivial garbage and useless gossip? Is that what you want your record to reflect to the world when you die…

“He only talked about things that angered him and his wiener… nothing new…”

It took years to develop the printing press, allowing people to create ‘copies’ of written works.  Many more years to create computers, and then their networks so they too could communicate…

All that effort so that all meaningful words could be buried in the layers of s$%^t, which we now call the NET.

Optimistic? What for, when most humans hate themselves more than anything that comes at them.  No wonder there is no desire for change or growth… most geeks stuck behind computers are impotent with knowledge that they would never use.  Reading this… are you?

Self absorbed with body parts and toys.

I guess it worked… the plan for the end of the world is steamrolling over the most brilliant minds this world could offer.

Hopefully there are a few REAL people out there.

Now I am done spewing my poison.

Rayzen

There are many books out there, that you could consider worth more for it's pulp than it's words... but not this one.

Kahlil has a way with words that is beyond language.
Spiritual, but not putting a religious cage on it's meaning.

This chapter touched me, and I hope you can see why... we are but the same...

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On Good & Evil

And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil."

And he answered:

Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.

For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?

Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts, it drinks even of dead waters.

You are good when you are one with yourself.

Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil.

For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house.

And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom.

You are good when you strive to give of yourself.

Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself.

For when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast.

Surely the fruit cannot say to the root, "Be like me, ripe and full and ever giving of your abundance."

For to the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need to the root.

You are good when you are fully awake in your speech,

Yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose.

And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue.

You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps.

Yet you are not evil when you go thither limping.

Even those who limp go not backward.

But you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.

You are good in countless ways, and you are not evil when you are not good,

You are only loitering and sluggard.

Pity that the stags cannot teach swiftness to the turtles.

In your longing for your giant self lies your goodness: and that longing is in all of you.

But in some of you that longing is a torrent rushing with might to the sea, carrying the secrets of the hillsides and the songs of the forest.

And in others it is a flat stream that loses itself in angles and bends and lingers before it reaches the shore.

But let not him who longs much say to him who longs little, "Wherefore are you slow and halting?"

For the truly good ask not the naked, "Where is your garment?" nor the houseless, "What has befallen your house?"

The PROPHET, by Kahlil Gibran

The Victor

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you like to win but think you can't,
It's almost a cinch you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you're lost.
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow's will.
It's all in the state of mind.
If you think you are out classed, you are.
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of your-self before
You can ever win the prize.
Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later, the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.

by: C W Longenecker