I have been ok the past few days. I've definitely been better....or have I? That would be the question wouldn't it. I feel bad about alot of things, but I also feel good about alot of things too. I am back on my medicine, which is good. I can no longer been ridden, loa no longer affect my conscious streams of thought. My being, and inturn everyone elses for the time being, is now a safe haven from the dangers of life, althought the dangers still come and go as they please.

I have recieved a more recent visit from my mentor. William has returned to me, after being so lost for so long. I am quickly becoming inspired again. Even though reaching the the Hourglass screen to ring her neck, tight in my sweaty, blood-filled grip before hearing how disgusting life is for the thousandth time does seem to be real tempting.

Have not kept up with the Grid Blog exercise. I should probably see if another has begun, or is going to begin. I must continue this Ritual if I am to continue my journey to the end of my being.

I have found that man's search for existence seems to be futile and an unacceptable waste of time, unless of course you believe that your life has a certain, pre-destined, unique purpose that no one else may coincide with.

I'm still struggling with finding that course for myself. What really makes you intellectually dishonest, though is when you use the phrase: "There is no purpose in life for anyone." That statement proves to the Intellectually-Above Average person that you truly do not understand the fullness and complexities in the Earthly journey into the true great, vast, unknown final frontier.

The soul of mankind.