Sunday, April 4, 2010
I have not a nickel in my pocket but I am the richest man in the world. Even with the continual reintroduction of long lost ideals and appreciations I see no reason to turn from this path at hand. I stand firmly in my belief that man was not created wrong. From that initial gasp of air outside our mothers' womb we breathe life anew into the cycle as a whole. Space continues on just as before, ever changing and evading the questions its very existence implore. The answer may be forty-two or it may just be so. Either way it is unimportant for even the wisest of us to know. A soft whisper to the wind may not yield the results imagined but satisfaction comes from within not high up on some mountain.