It's Ian again, net. I'd say on the scale I'm at...oh, a [3] now, maybe a [4].  My friends and I are getting dinner soon, but I wanted to write down the fruits of our pre-dinner session before I forgot, you know?



I hate not knowing what’s coming next.

It drives me mad. I wish I could apply my understanding of the universe to something more important than sitting at my desk typing nonsense on my laptop.


I need to relax. The world needs to relax. But even now I wonder something.


Why does life work the way it does?


It’s like life is just a program. A program designed to increase exponentially. Evolution is just the process of life changing to adapt to its surroundings. Is this how we started? Is this how the big bang started? Did we start as the smallest known orgasm and somehow find ways of duplicating ourselves? Perhaps some orgasms could grow while others stayed small?  Like, theyy had a spark that the others did not?

Dude, what if the reason we evolved into sentienct was because one day a monkey ate the wrong mushroom but instead of killing him he tripped really hard and thought he saw god?

Why do life forms stop each other if the purpose is to grow? Why does the trait to be selfish exist? With or without good in one person, they will continue to be selfish in many ways. I guess this helps the evolutionary process.

If only the strongest survive, life will increase in quality as well. It seems I dunno, sad though. Sad to think about all that has to be left behind. I wonder sometimes if we've evolved ppast all of that, or what woudl happen if everything stopped working?

 These aren’t my concepts. But when you think about it, every bit of it makes sense.

Or at least it does to me!

haha, later dudes.  Penny's giving me that look