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Nothing much. Talking to old friends and such. Boring Saturday night. >:\
Happy Valentine's day too, if you're into that. :]

Hey, thanks for the friend request. :]
What's up? I'm Alexa. :]

Eh, I had to write a sonnet for my Creative Writing class, and I had no idea what to do. So I wrote about this grave-robber who went searching for Christ's grave in order to touch his remains to find salvation. But instead of granting him it, Christ became the Anti-Christ and sent the grave-robber to Hell. I had a good time with it, actually.

Thank you, that's a fantastic compliment.

I really, genuinely hope so.

Hmmm, perhaps. You never know. I mean, I've always wanted to affect people with words that I write. Maybe it's all really pushing minds.

I now feel like I should be the one to push. The pusher. The Mind Pusher.

Well, if extremes exist, then there must always be the extremists who choose only to live on their side of the spectrum. Such is the tragedy of human nature.

I love all of this philosophical stuff. I never get to talk about this with other people, simply because nobody ever asks. Why does nobody ever ask? I feel like maybe if we all asked questions sometimes, nobody would ever be unhappy because all that we needed to say would be said.

You know, I remember telling this to another mibbian, but there's this quote by my hero, Jim Morrison. He says, "There is the known, and there is the unknown, and in between are the doors."

I think we fear the unknown, but we also fear the known to some extent because both are on opposite sides of the spectrum, so to speak. They are extremes. Life and Death are extremes. We know life, but we don't know death. Not until one experiences it, and then they can't relate what they experienced to anyone still living. So they are the known, and the unknown. This Life and this Death.

But ah, the doors. Perhaps if we took awareness of these alleged doors, opened them, stepped through them, then maybe we could find a balance. And then, maybe, maybe we wouldn't be so afraid anymore.

I suppose then, it does go on. Life and Death. Just in different lights. All are interconnected, yet every single one is something different. It's a very beautiful thought, in my opinion.

At least, that's what I believe in.

I guess I believe that life goes on for eternity because death is just another part of life. Living and death are two separate entitites. Life and death are not. So like I said, death is just another reality encompassed in life, in my opinion. If that makes sense.

Who came up with the concept of Hell anyway? I mean, religiously, Heaven is a place to strive for. But Hell just seems to be something of a threat, kind of like the mother who says, "Oh, you just wait till your father gets home..."

I don't know. I don't necessarily believe in a set Heaven, and I really don't believe in Hell at all. I just think of death as a different sort of reality. Something beyond death exists, whether it's just a sort of white neutrality or a whole other life beyond itself. But it doesn't have to be perfection. Just a new reality for each of us.

That's not weird to me at all. I think it's natural to think about these things, and it's very human to obsess over them. Time is a man-made concept. Death is a man-made fantasy. People died all the time, of course, but it used to be just life. Now we make a show of it, a carnival. It's strange how much humans like to pretend they own things that they don't.

yeah, the concept of Time has always fascinated me. I think it's because it is one of the things I fear most, and also one of the concepts I obsess most over. I'm just afraid of not having enough time. But that's really helped me, in a way, because I've learned not to waste it and instead just do things that make me happy.

So it doesn't surprise me that a lot of what I've written is heavily dosed with exploration of Time through my characters, because it's just something that I can relate to.

Kay, so I just realized something very lame. I totally responded to your last comment.

Except, I responded on my own profile, not yours.

Yeah....

So now that I've realized how absolutely stupid I am...I'm on Holidays!!! And therefore hanging around doing nothing, being nothing, creating everything.

Gerard said he'd e-mail you? How did you come across that???

I heard that he's spawning. I think that's pretty cool. Hey, maybe I'll write him a letter about that :]]

I'm pretty good myself. Working on chapters and submissions to my school's lit magazine and working myself out of a tangle of male issues.

I'm not dead!

How are you?

Nice to meet'cha Mikey. ^-^

tehee. ^-^ I'm Lucy by the way.
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Hey thanks for commenting! Glad you liked my story.
xx <3