There has been many questions throughout time that great thinkers have been unable to answer. Some even have been answered.

"Could God make a sandwich so big that even He couldn't eat it?" (To which Molly replied "Yes, but then He would eat it anyway.")

"What is the question to life, the universe and everything?" (The question is unknown, the answer is forty-two.)

"Is there such a thing that is the most complicated thing in the world, and yet the simplest?" ("Love?")

"How come you can never find something when you look for it, but always find it when you don't look for it?" (Many great thinkers have attempted this question, but no matter how hard they look, they do not seem to be able to find it.)

"How do you breed seedless watermelons?" (....Uh, SCIENCE!)

"What... is your favorite colour?" "Blue... no, yelloooooooaaarrrgh!"


My inability to find Kingdom Hearts II is frustrating. And for the first time in weeks, I have no comics to buy tomarrow. But I heard that there is a new Blue Beetle action figure. Hurrah! ....I want KHII..... *sniff*

Sometimes I wonder about the way I have a tendency not to care... about anything at all. My life seems to go from fandom to fandom, not actually making a difference... but I'm the kind of person that believes a single word could change the course of history. (and it really could, "Hey Mrs. Hitler, want to make some babies?" "Yes!" I mean, if Mrs. Hitler said "No", the world would be a lot different, now wouldn't it?)

At the same time, does it really matter? We're really just little specks in the whole universe... but... I still think that every bit of life matters, after all, if we haven't found life anywhere else (on record...) yet, then so far, that means that of all the little tiny specks of life in the universe, we're the only one with life. Sometimes I think people believing in life on other planets us just an exuse, so they don't feel guilty about destroying the Earth, the one place with precious life.

In a way, I want to write to make a difference, but if that uses power and paper, and other such stuff, then am I just ruining the same thing I'm trying to help?

And another thing, if life is so precious, then Love is even more precious, and how... well, a speck in the universe, but a speck on the world too, for how does one person find their "Someone just for me"?

It scares me a little, when I start thiking this, but then I always arrive at the same sort of conclusion, live life to the fullest, appreciate love where you find it, and always do what you believe is right. But that sort of makes me a hypocrite, doesn't it?