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The beginning of my book [Nov. 26th, 2004|02:12 am]
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One day, you are secured in a sack of embryotic fluids in the womb of the woman you call your mother. Then without warning, you are pushed out into the world of imperfection. You find yourself possibly being spanked by a man in a mask until you cry, What makes this woman your mother? Is it just the fact that she carried you for 9 months in her body? Is it the fact that her genes are half you? Does this mean that she possibly could have a spiritual connection to you?

You might compare the events of child birth to the cycle of your human life span. Coming out of your secure shell, opening up to someone, then without warning being smacked until you cry. This my friends, we call life. Life is something that is sacred in a way, but in other ways, its a waste of time. What is time? If you weren't alive in this world, would there be such thing as time? Time might be just another part of our human comprehention. Does time really matter in other realms? These are many questions asked by me, and you. I find myself stuck in another stage of my so called life-cycle.

It could be very possible that no-one is only human. Human is just another state of our being. We only uses .1% of our brains. That means, 99.9% of our brains aren't used. Or is it? What makes you think that the 99.9% of our brains that we use isn't just storage for something we might use later on. Everything we see, touch, hear, taste, and smell is logged into our memory. Most of the time we can't recall these memories, other times we involuntarily and un-consciously recall them, but they are there. You might find your self in moments of "Deja-Vu". Times when you get struck by a familiarity so great, that you really can't comprehend it. A lot of times We may never recall these memories in our human state, but in some other part of our life span, these possibly could be recalled. We most likely only recall these memories long after we are "dead".

What is death? Death may just be part of our life cycle. Could "death" just be a beginning of another life? Not in this human realm, but in a realm that the human mind cannot comprehend? Actually, what makes you "dead"? Is it just not being conscious? Could it be your soul being forever destroyed? Does a soul become destroyed? Is there a higher being? I ask myself these questions every day of my life, but never get answered. Possibly these questions are answered in a non-human state.

Hopefully, after you read this, I made you think, I hope I opened your mind. I hope I opened your mind enough to comprehend what is to come. The following writings REQUIRE an open mind. These are, to the best of my recollection, the thoughts that go on in my deepest state of thinking. Some are from conversations I have had with friends, others are just me thinking. Don't think this is a sign of craziness, but another way to open your ever expanding mind to the endless possibilities of what really goes on outside of your world.


More to come, this is the beginning of my book that I am writing. I am posting portions of it on this, just to get feedback. All suggestions, criticism, and conversations about these series of writings are welcome

[User Picture]From: your_best_shot
2004-11-27 05:31 am (UTC)
i wanted to compliment you.
and reserve a copy.
and tell you that comprehension is spelt with an s.
no other criticism.
good work, daniel. :)
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From: 60wattswatchme
2005-01-01 11:01 pm (UTC)
when I learn to read, I will truly appreciate your book.
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From: (Anonymous)
2005-02-01 03:30 pm (UTC)
hey danny its dlish930!! i haven't talked to you in forever thought i'd say hi. i was going through my web-sites and ran into your journal. i hope everything with you is going well!!
Danielle (your long lost friend) :)
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