assume that you could call me a philosopher of sorts. Not your average Aristotle, but one who has thrived and somehow "lived" through the age of industrial Reason and Philosophy (if you could truely call it "reason", for I believe that we have taken a journey beyond that into a more diluted state of the Ideal). I, as any philosopher that has existed on this Earthly plane, have viewed the life of individuals at a safe distance. A distance that retracts from the mundane and isolates the everlasting soul. Woe is he who is born a philosophee, for there is little enjoyment for this soul that is eternally restricted to minimal enactment with fellow human entities! It is a lonely eternal (and internaly external) existance, one of which can never be proclaimed as an honest "living". Though my conjecture is perhaps...difficult to follow, please bear with me, for I am a philosopher in a philosophic state of mind and being. I RELISH, mind you, Relish in the instant thought of knowledge. Knowledge can now be obtained through the means of an intricuit web of misleading information through the internet. Knowledge is Readily available to the common (and uncommon) man. But does this fountain of information allow room for one to THINK? For thought, my friends, is the process of processing information, not soley retaining it.

Books, the origional source of Education, have been dissappearing from our less-than-natural society. What with the dissappearance of books, there may be no traditional way of forming thoughts. If I were of a correctly educated person, I would be scribing this in something more lasting and wholesome. But, being of a technologically educated and perhaps...destroyed person, I will post this in this easily diminished form. Society has become less inclined and much to lethargic to focus on thinking and personal education. With knowledge so readily available, where is the need to Think? Apparently, the thinking has already been done in ages gone past, thus those ideas will be in essence, borrowed and recycled by today's "Great Minds". Origionality no longer exists in it's pure form, for what new can be gleaned? Origionality is only a farce, for the true Origional was already done, and thus embelished upon by the modern man and woman.

Why has society been drawn soley to the "material"? Because there is no other venue left to place the mind upon. We have become models of the machines in which we build. Models of thoughtlessness and singularity. There is no "Whole" only the wretched individual and what he or she ownes. We live to be judged and are more than happy to Judge individuals that do not fit in as a part of our disemboweled mechanics.

In conclusion I state: Woe to society! Woe to the Common Man! Woe to the loss of Thought and Reason! Woe to this lackluster existance in a purposeless State! and finally...Woe to the "Clicker Age" Philosopher whose voice can not be heard through the want of the Material!

Yours in the Search of True Thought,

FINIS

I love him, but I am such an idiot. Can anyone understand the struggle that we go through every day? Where our hearts yearn to be close, but time and distance betray us? No. No one can know. There is always fear hidden between the lines. Fear of betrayal, fear of doubt, and fear of fear itself. That fear is the worst poison known to man. It can destroy purity and happiness with one single drought. I have let go of that fear, as much of it as I can.

Honesty knows that a blackened smudge of it will still remain on our hearts, no matter how much we wash it away. Love can be strong enough to conquer it all. I believe this. I believe that we can win. If anger overtakes us, and one falters, then we are both aware that the one who falls will suffer the most anguish. In the end, each will be destroyed by it.

So I tell the world now, that I am IN LOVE! I know, because I feel it in my heart! I feel the pain and the anguish of it...both of which are more real to me than the slice of a knife against flesh. It has been almost two years, and it has not grown cold. I still feel it blazing like Dante's flames, it burns the both of us right to the core. We are one now, man and woman, engulfed in the endless spans of time and space. Until we touch, we will wander as ghosts, caught between the metererial and the ethereal. I still believe that we will prevail, that in the end, our struggles will be rewarded.

I love him...and I know this.
FINIS.

Until the Last one Dies,
Your Heather