Dust on a Dusty road..

Another day, yes, a new day, new opportunities, the world lays at your feet. But in fact it does not, the further you go into the presence of day, the more you feel that the world is definately not at your feet. In fact you start feeling that the world is as far away from laying at your feet as is possible for the world. So after having a meal for breakfast, that tasted lousy, you logged onto your computer.. Amazed you realize that your computer at least is working fine, the internet and all, so you try to log on to your blog to tell the world how your day is working out.. You trie once.. "Blog doesn't exist in our database." you try twice, "Blog doesn't exist in our database." and the third time you try, you allready know what is going to happen."Blog doesn't exist in our database.", you visit your own blog, and again it says. "Blog doesn't exist in our database.". You naturally assume that this is happening to everyone else usin...

It caught you didn't it, the title I mean, Death, this might help you understand why there is so much of just that in the media, would any of you've read on if it said "how to dust your chair properly"? Death, oh how it attracts humans' attention, we're like vultures lurking above looking for more of the dead. Its an amazing thing, death, how it affects the human mind in so many different ways. When you see a dead body you might be feeling in awe, utterly terrified and almost insanely intrigued at the same time. I believe that one of the reasons many people actually feel intrigued by dead bodys is that it is so uncomprehendable to us humans that something might make us dissapear without anything left. I'm not a christian or a buddhist or a muslim, and I've got no grudge towards them(or people who follow any other religious direction), their way of living, or their beliefs, I consider myself a mix of an atheist and an agnostic, since none of the religi...

Warning: Long post, (and for those who worry about such things, I'm told that this is pretty "heavy" fantasy writing.) At last I decided to just put up the whole prologue of my upcoming book (A thread of hope.. Oh you guessed that already ? Well.. whatever!) and (of course) I want to know what you think of it... Its a pretty long read I guess.. Anyway, good luck! :-) Prologue of «A thread of hope» Part 1.«The crystal tower» A mild south east wind blew slowly throughout the charred town, and spread the macabre smell of death and ashes through the windows of the few houses left intact. It was placed around the top of a scorched round hill, was about 2000 feet east, west, north and south, it was surrounded by a wooden palisade, and the top was surrounded by 20 feet tall reinforced granite walls. The streets were literally soaked with blood, crushed coal lay spread on top, and to make matters worse, random body parts lay everywhere. This left the road looking like a river of ...

I don't know whats happened to me but I find that I have a lot less energy to do the things that I do in a day, and because my life is as hectic as it is somehow I manage to prioritize in a way that puts blogging far down the list. I say again, that this is not because I don't like my blog, or to post, but simply because I have other priorities.. I already feel a bit more cheery.. (Seriously) Important psychological question: Well I've just been doing a bit of thinking on this subject lately, and I can't help but wonder if men and women experience love for each other differently.. I do not intend to turn all "soapy" on you, and I hope you can see the philosophical value in discussing such a subject, so that you will allow me to go on without pressing the "x" formed button to the top right.. The downside is, that it is very difficult to prove that Men and Women experience love differently, or the opposite, because of the difficulty of actually express...