"Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”

It's some ungodly hour, once again. Everyone in the house (other than me) is alseep, once again. And I'm lost inside a mess of my thoughts, once again.

Ugh.

I don't even know what I came here to write. I'm kind of just letting my brain and fingers go on some wild goose chase. I suppose they could be looking for the literary equivalent of the promise land. Or perhaps they'll embark on some pathetic voyage and find some random peice of land to call their own (only to find its really not).

I'll stop nagging on Christians and Columbus now.

On to even less important, but more fascinating things. Like what happens to us after we die. My brother and I are (kind of) talking about it and I can't help but wonder do we really just die? I mean, it's what I've always thought. Sure I romanticized about Heaven and Hell, but really. How insane does that sound? Why would we be put on the Earth just to live to prove ourselves to someone we don't even know to be real, only to die and hopefully get an eternity of happiness in return? Something is not right about that to me. Its too...human of a desire. That's why I think we just die. I also think that its stupid of us to bury people in caskets. It would be much more sensible to just bury a hole and throw someone in there. Give them back to the Earth, you know?

Eh.

I don't know. Now I sound like some raving heretic (which in all actuality, I very well could be one). But hey. Revolutions don't come from people not questioning things. Right?
Exactly.

Okay. Well, enough of this talk. I think I'm needed elsewhere. And I'm afraid if I keep going I might start ranting on how utterly pointless existing is. Then I run the risk of sounding suicidal (which I am not). I could never be suicidal. It's stupid. People rushing into death like that. Its selfish and just, I couldn't do it. This is a tangent I don't want to go speeding off on.

Maybe some other time when my head is a little clearer.