“Some of the world's greatest feats were accomplished by people not smart enough to know they were impossible.”

I have stumbled upon the mathematical formula for anti-gravity. Its so obvious that the solution has been able to evade the human race for eons. 

Its proven fact that cats always land on their feet when dropped form a substantial distance. It is also proven fact that buttered toast always lands butter-side down when dropped. Thus, if a piece of buttered toast were adhered to the back of a cat, and then dropped from the roof of a building, then the cat/toast contraption would be unable to fall, due to the fact the the opposite sides could not breach the comfort of the floor at the same second. The cat/toast apparatus would then have no where to go, thus spinning mid air without the ability to fall. 

Its simple math:

cat + toast = anti-gravity

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

A good friend of mine mentioned earlier in general conversation, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." That started to get me thinking, and reflecting for that matter. Ive done a lot this summer. Ive traveled to areas I had not been to prior, saw things I may never have the chance to again, experienced emotions and situations unfamiliar to me, and most importantly I learned something new everyday. I have filled my summer with enough adventure and adrenaline to satisfy even the most hungry connoisseur, yet, tonight, my last night of summer, I have chosen to make one of the most tame nights that I have ever endured. Why is that? I spent my last moments on a swing, with a dear friend, and yet, I have no regrets. I wouldnt have rather opted for a social gathering. I am completely content with lightly dragging my toes beneath a swing bench as we sway ever so gentle and slice through the still air.

Im happy with how my summer turned out. 

“Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos."

**Disclaimer: This post was composed on Thursday January 10, 2008 as a part of my COM 498 daily journal entitled "The Insanity that is my Free Write." I recently rediscovered this composition, and deemed it post worthy material.**

I dont understand why some people claim that "all men are created equal." That statement, as it appears to me, is a proven falsehood on a daily basis. Evidence can be found in the shadows of even the smallest of places. It exists in tangible realms, such as actions or events, and even still it lingers throughout the territory of the uncertain, the human mind. People frequently look down on one another for petty reasons such as race, religion, monetary status, mental defect, family history, occupation, marital status, like, dislikes, and so on, and so forth. The list could span the circumference of the earth. It disgusts me how people are so quick to turn on one another. Although I too have been guilty of this, I am working towards making amends. I hate how we have grown to become a society based on surface value bull shit. As a country, as a community, as a brotherhood united by out forefathers and bound by the American flag we have no depth. It sickens me even more, that most of mankind does not even comprehend this. People lead selfish, blind lives that allow them to travel helplessly into and abyss; and abyss filled with arrogance, ignorance, and misconceptions lead by the cold hearted inhabitants of the United States of America. In this world that we live in, its the blind leading the blind. It always has, and will always continue to be. The world needs someone to rise up and deviate from the plan set in stone that humanity is familiar with. So many have tried before, but eventually fell, exhausted at the foot of insanity. A leader must rise up above the corruption, and shock those who have felt so safe an secure within these falsehoods. He or she must throw the entire world off its axis. We must break free from the chains that bind us, the gags that muffle our speech, and the veil that clouds our cognitive functions. We are not independent thinkers, but mindless drones kept alive for the sole purpose of fueling the fire that keeps this nonsense alive. I am tired of the deception. I am tired of constant mutiny of mankind. People must wise up and beckon change. They say "good things come to those who wait," but I can not allow myself to but faith in that any longer, not as long as people are still fighting against one another, stabbing each other's brother in the back. This is no way to live. The world is burning to the ground. The pollution from the carnage kills off those few pure souls that are left to walk to earth. One by one they fall. 

I can no longer call this place home. 

“These are days when no one should rely unduly on his competence. Strength lies in improvisation. All the decisive blows are struck left-handed.”

FACT: I cant write well, let alone preform other simple tasks, with my left hand. However, in order to make the best of an unfortunate situation Im going to force myself to try. It would be miraculous if, by the grace of some higher being, within the time span of one month I could teach my left hand to do what it took my right hand its entire life to cultivate. I aim for my left hand to develop the skills necessary to survive in the world, on its own, without the help of my right. Failure isnt exactly an option. 

“Mentor: Someone whose hindsight can become your foresight”

A few nights ago I attempted to write an entry. As time dragged on and dawn drew closer, I realized towards the end of my entry, that I had composed a thank you letter to my mentor. Initially I planned on deleting it, but instead I allowed it to remain open in the window as I browsed the internet for a bit. In that Time period, I stumbled upon this image:

After reading that, I printed my letter, signed it, sealed it, and delivered it the next day.

I really do appreciate all that you have done for me.