Of course, most of life is meaningless. It doesn't take a genious to figure that one out. We are born, live, love, work, breed, and die. Humans also take pride in inflicting pain upon others. Perhaps by accident, perhaps by pleasure. i have very little faith in the human race, though its gotten us this far. We have already begun to regress.

We are a nation of reality TV; morals hold no meaning to us any longer; a marriage cannot last through these modern times; people have forgotten how to accept and have found their contempt; fights over oil; education wasted by not using it to think; eating disorders, plastic surgery, a tummy tuck here, a brow lift there; we are driven by fear: fear of being fat, fear of being ugly, fear of being alone, fear of leaving our homes. We have forgotten what it means to open our doors and feel warm air upon our faces, to go out late at night and see the stars (they are more brilliant than you remember), to feel the grass under our feet, to appreciate the laughter of a child, to smell bread baking, to enjoy the beauty of a genuine smile. An untouched, unwhitened, unstraightened, beautiful genuine smile.

And yet all these things occur, and we forget. Cell phones, palm pilots, laptops, buses, trains, planes, rush, rush, rush, and then

*we wonder where it all went*