The girl that butchered the Buddha's thing.

So, some hoodlum dropped his loot in my parents' back yard while he was running from the cops. Now my brother has a new portable DVD player. Good job. It's a good story.

Hmm, speaking of which....
I like good stories. They make for good stories. ...C'mon, what are you laughing at, heheh. But, seriously, you always need to appreciate the story. Show a little respect.
So, here's what I'm thinkin'... All universes exist. Universes upon universes existing with every possible combination of every possible possibility. (And in the infinite, every possibility is possible). C'mon, think about it. Make you're brain hurt a little for me on this one. Contemplate the infinite for a second -- it really sucks. There's a universe exactly exactly exactly like this one right now except that I didn't blink just now. Everything in all our lives and all the rest of our universe is happening exactly the same except for that. That's just awful. Same thing goes for the universe where I just ran over Gandhi with my car. Like, the one where I was driving my car instead of sitting here, and I ran over him, but also the one where I was sitting here at this desk, and then all of a sudden, I was in a car and ran over Gandhi, and then I was suddenly here again and typing it. See, in some universes that's just normal. Sucks. Then there's the universe where you're Genghis Kahn, so when you get those flashes of your past life as Genghis Kahn, well, it's more like you're just tapping into another part of yourself.
All time is happening right now. At the same time. When a river flows, water happens at the beginning of the river, but it moves further down the river. If you're standing at the end of that river, that water isn't still happening at the beginning with another water happening in the middle and another happening at the end. It's all continually changing. In a photo book, you take a photo of a moment that happened and put it in the book. When you turn the page, that photo isn't that moment still happening in that place on the page -- it's somewhere else. Every moment is completely refreshed and solitary from every other moment. If I put a desk into another room, would it still be that desk? No, of course not. For that desk to ever be the same desk it would have to be there in the same place exactly as it is at that exact moment with everything in the universe around it exactly as it is at that exact moment all at that moment oh my god my brain hurts something in the universe is always moving and changing at every single moment. Completely refreshed. If you can think of time and life as a river, the past isn't happening right now at a place further up the river. The water's already moved on and is happening somewhere else (and by somewhere else, I definitely mean now), but it's not the same anymore. Creativity is only a person's ability to channel and express other happenings. And right now, someone out there is picking up the wavelength of my life, and seeing it in there head, and writing it down, and having the laugh of their life.

I don't believe in free will or choice. I believe choice is an illusion created by Fate and gifted to humanity because we were not built to capacitate the secrets of the universe. Stop trying. If we had the ability to Know then we would be able to figure it out. I believe that all those universes exist, and for all of them to exist, they must be happening along a very specific path. Think of a magazine quiz. If you answer "yes" to the question, then you go to the next question to the left. If you answer "no", you go to the next question to the right. The brackets branch down and out and all over. If you have cereal for breakfast instead of a bagel then you go to the left. If you have a bagel, you go to the right. And the path continues. And somewhere else, the other path does too.
...It's ten o'clock somewhere.
You know what I love? How you can't win. See, I'm a human, and so I'm going to live a nice, standard human life. It's going to be full of choices. And whatever I choose is what I'm supposed to choose, so I really can't sweat it, can I?

I hate philosophy.
Seriously. Never been a fan. I spent my time thinking, and now I'm making up for it... balancing it all out by not thinking at all -- I have enough to do already. I haven't thought about all of this in a long time. I don't like to anymore... well, not that I did like to before, but it's just something everybody deals with at one point or another, I guess. I've never written it down before, either. Hardly even articulated it. I don't really think philosophy should be written down. It's just something you should have and know for yourself. You don't really need to share it, and you definitely! do not need to try and convince anybody else of it. It's just a part of you. ...Yeah. Yeah, I hate philosophy.
Not to say that this is exactly my whole thing, but... it may be the closest I'm really going to get in writing at this point. And I'm not even going to get into! what you're missing by only reading it. With only words, so much meaning is lost... no intonation or expressiveness in body or face or voice. That's what they mean when they say humans are "social" creatures. It means that interaction is necessary in communication and existence. Integral.

.....It's been a long time since I've thought about this stuff. A good, long time. I have this friend... one of those people who comes into your life, leaves, and then comes back. It's been so long since I've revisited these kinds of things, but he somehow makes me think about it again. I'm really curious to find out what I'm going to learn from him this time. I already think it's so strange how he's reminded me of all kinds of stuff like this... and I guess he has no idea.

So, what're we gonna do tomorrow night, Brain?