I even combed my hair today!

That means nothing. This post is about nothing...rather, nothingness.

First, life. I view life as a status--dead or alive. Living and dying is neither good, bad nor anything in between. Life and death are what they are and serve as a means of classification. Both, meaningless, pointless. The challenge is to accept the insignificance of life. I don't give any credit to a higher power for creating the cycle of life because this power would be just as insignificant. Who wants to be a machine designed to create and destroy at will? Who wants to praise this machine? Boring.

Man. Man has a soul and the soul governs his will. Man's soul is tragic by nature of being. The soul realizes the meaninglessness of man's life. The soul also thrives on substance to exist. The soul is sustained by good and evil. Man accepts the substance of his soul and defines his will according to his desires. Man is either stimulated by good or evil and chooses freely his will. The soul only guides him in which ever direction he chooses. If the soul is empty, then man is empty as well.

And that's a good starting point. The problem is that man can never accept himself as meaningless. Man gives his soul too much credit. Man still needs his senses and perceptions to distinguish real from dream; real from nothing. He prefers real. That's a flaw.

Random acts. Spontaneity. Alarm clocks! Usually these are undesired by man because they are forces against his will. Who expects the unexpected? Not much should be made of randomness. Randomness demands an immediate reaction, e.g. disgust toward the 9/11 tragedy. Of course randomness has its appeal, look at pi!!! And even fractal geometry is wonderful!!! One of these days I'll post something about braids. Yes, even a random new tennis ball is a good thing. So randomness is flamboyant, appealing, somewhat bothersome. But I'll take a dose of the unexpected from time to time!

Paradigm shifts. Change is scary. But necessary.

I think the goal in life is to purge the soul from good and evil. Only then can you understand the divinity of life and the marriage of good and evil. Only then can we define meaning and purpose. We are divine beings, but no Sunday School teacher will tell you that. We are our own gods and devils. The ancient Greeks knew this. Oh, and we also can do with some better senses. Pain sucks.