the finish which is not final.

this is the 100th post. it feels like the end of something. not only on this blog, but in my life. i think i have finally figured out what ive been trying to find out; its better not to try. its better not to spend all your time wondering about the nature of the universe, because this doesn't make you smarter. it only makes you disconnected, so that when you finally have time to do something fun, you only get sentimental about "oh, yeah, i remember what fun is." you write poetry about things instead of actually doing them. oh, yes, you have emotions, but theyre exaggerated, theyre fake. poetry is dangerous, because it enables you to see the world from a clear perspective.