Continuation of Ender's Game.

Wed, 06 Feb 2008 02:35:06 GMT

"Do the gods of different nations
talk to each other? Do the gods of Chinese cities
speak to the ancestors of the Japanese?
To the lords of Xibalba?
To Allah? Yahweh? Vishnu?
Is there some annual get together
where they compare each other's worshippers?
Mine will bow their faces to the floor
and trace woodgrain lines for me, says one.
Mine will sacrifice animals, says another.
Here is the question I think of most often:
Are there any who can honestly boast,
My worshippers obey my good laws,
and treat each other kindly,
and live simple generous lives?"
- The God Whispers of Han Qing-jao; Children of the Mind

rise, my son.

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 08:33:35 GMT

It's 2:30 in the morning and I can't sleep. I haven't written in one of these in years and don't think many of my friends have one. I remember ranting about things I detested; people, music, groups, etc. I guess the ranting will continue. everyone that used to have one hasn't written in their's in over a year.

I miss my friends. even though they're only an hour away, it seems farther. hopefully john gets his shit together.
hopefully jessie gets to do what she wants to with her degree. and i hope they don't forget me.

A little goal i have set for myself is to be more aware of things. If i'm bored, i'll look stuff up online instead of watching movies i have already seen for the ump-teenth time. Maybe I'm just regurgitating what I've heard from other people, or just believing what I have been told from the net, but I do believe this whole 2012 phenomena. I think I'll be more surprised that it didn't happen, as opposed to if it did. We'll see...we'll see.

I could buy you a drink.

Continuation of Ender's Game.

rise, my son.