The philosophy is on me again. All matter is a condensing of energy to the point of absurdity. The dispersal of the energy from a single atom of matter is enough to forever alter all other matter in the vicinity. Molecules represent coalescing energies uniting to some purpose. Is that purpose an achievable goal or is it simply to experience? Is life simply a coalescing of molecules seeking to experience more through interaction and if so what then? I hate asking questions in narrative.

Yesterday I was out with my arts crew. We were observing the occasion of my continued survival as a living human being. Today I am at the keyboard on the cusp of 33. As we were creativly altering some half mannequins, my friends pointed out I was entering the Year of the Jesus. A true and awful thing. If thirty hadn't been the cut off point for potential greatness then perhaps it was three years later. Manson made his mark on 33. Martyred or mass murderer, loved or loathed, this is the year of infinite ambition. Now is the time to inherit history or anonymity.

Now that we are talking about infinity lets talk about the axis of infinity. The axis of infinity are the infinite universal components the axises of which form the resultant situation known as reality. These axis include elements (not to be confused with the elements; as in periodic) which are best understood from the points of energy and matter; existence which is drawn from the points of concepts and voids; and environments drawn on points in time and space. The center of these axises is a point we call reality. All of the axises are lines meaning the points on those are in fact infinitely repeated. Then there is an infinite number of concepts meaning that in an infinite space and over infinite spans of time within infinite probability and through infinite potentiality infinite concepts will fill the infinite voids. Meaning if you have ever imagined it, considered it, or, god forbid, written it down, it, and all other things willed into being by the minds of all creative thinkers through out history from the minds of children to the greatest sages, exist. When we seek to escape reality, we in fact simply create more of it.

Suddenly I am shaved and showered and working graveyard security down by the docks. I have been back on shifts for three weird nights. They just didn't have any shifts, for three months. Two weeks of feral cats and long nights then back to the big '?' am I still viable as more then a cartoon of the failure of the gen X psychedelic culture? Will the work keep coming? Will I go on a spree of hallucinogen consumption and spend the summer camping in the parks and showering at friends houses? Writing articles on random machines in public libraries. Attending all the out door free events I can find. Looking at cars for a free hot dog. Living in the wilderness for 40 weird days and nights seems like the way to go in the Year of the Jesus.