I looked up at the sky

I looked up at the sky and saw
all the constellations had changed
But the strangest thing about it all
was that none of it was that strange

So I asked the stars, can you hear me from here
I think I have something to say
One twinkled and laughed, and said don't be daft
We're millions of miles away

But I considered some theories, and made some queries
I mean, why act now this way?
You've been still for at least a million years
Why not a million and a day?

And for a while, the star did nothing but smile
and glimmered softly in the distance
But when it next spoke, the world awoke
and shook under the voice of all existence

Every syllable weighed a thousand years
every word, a galaxy's creation
I heard the birth of the universe
in a sigh that was too soft to mention

We are all there is and ever was
yet as far and wide as We extend
We are still bound by the rules that are
both our beginnings as well as our end

For We only receive, We cannot perceive
Over ourselves We have no control
Our infinite size and magnitude
pale next to this one little soul

So you ask, what made us move?
But We know that you know the answer
To anyone else, there stands Orion
and Scorpius, Aquila and Cancer

Shower me in Shawermas

How many angels can dance on the tip of a needle?

Dunno, but there are none on the tip of my knife
See, this shit is about to get seriously evil
'Cause I'm about to be the cause of ending many a life

After 4 weeks of this fishy diet
Now is not the time to be a feathered or 4-legged beast
And fine, it was okay, ya3ni I wish you'd try it
But tomorrow on blood and meat we feast

Ribs? I got dibs.
And I'm ticking off the tikka
Kababs with my shababs
Is this chicken pot pie? 'Cause I'm addict'd (ah this is.. bad, even by my standards)

By tomorrow, they'll wish they had never gotten on that ark
Cuz even when I'm done, I'm coming back for more
You cry poor animals! But this is nature's hierarch(y)
And I will have returned to being a *&^%#@^* carnivore.

I think, therefore I am

Thoughts.

The difference between man and beast is that man is aware of his own existence. We realise that there is something behind our closed eyes, a line in the sand that seperates "me" from the world. When we look in the mirror, we know its us looking back. This is just one more blog in a sea of blogs, of waves and words and thoughts, but in spite of all the millions of people pouring their hearts out there, thats what it will always be: out there.

Of course the lines are blurred sometimes, originality these days is usually borrowed from someone else. People are shaped more from the outside than in. You should write your own story, rather than just play a part in someone else's.

Is this going to be a total flop of a blog? Yeesh, maybe. Maybe I'm going to look back later and cringe at what I wrote here, a bit like what I do when I look at some of my earlier e-mails and things. The thought kind of worries me because frankly, I'm kind of awesome. I just have a slight problem conveying it to everyone else, including future me.

In any case, this is my line in the sand.