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My couch is tired and worn, and most days I feel the same. Still, it’s soft and comfortable, easy to sink in against. Once again, pretty much like me; I love that soft, comfy sofa.

Concern shadows me, follows wherever I go. I get concerned about the weather, about work, my family and friends. Even when things seem good, there’s concern – sometimes even concern that I’m not concerned enough about all the dreadfully concerning things in life. Great. Now I’m concerned about whether I’m too concerned about everything.

All of life is gradually becoming obsolete under the ever-advancing wave of science and technology. I’m a geek, so don’t get me wrong – I love new and shiny gadgets and toys, but they’re gradually destroying the bits of us that make us human. As I age, I’m becoming more and more painfully aware of [...]

We’re all connected in one way or another. There are the mundane connections of spinning electrons that form the vast telecommunication webs that span the globe. There are emotional connections that draw us, bind us closer, and hurl us apart. There are physical, intimate connections that always end…good or bad, they always end.

Meditation upon the sheer size of the galaxy is a great way to realize how utterly insignificant we all are. Vast depths of blackness, unimaginably ancient, filled with horrors we can’t imagine, vistas that we can barely hope to comprehend, and completely ignorant of our very existence. Kinda makes your bad day seem insignificant, huh?

I know that I have one. It likes to be stroked, fed, and petted. I try to set it aside in my day to day life; nobody likes it when they interact with someone with an ego problem (such problems being defined as “his ego is bigger than I think mine is”).

Ah, we’re living the digital life now. No more bulky sheets of paper or actual physical interaction. It’s funny, you know – I’d dreamed of this day, long ago. I didn’t realize that when it actually came, it would be so…empty. So devoid of meaning.

The great phrase. I’ll start out telling you one thing, just to soften the blow of what I really want to tell you. “You’re a great person, however, I think we need to spend some time apart.” It’s a terrible word, really. However, there’s no denying that it’s a useful one.

I hate policies. They’re too restrictive – have you ever noticed that a policy never exists to grant you rights or freedoms, only to take them away? They govern our interactions with vast, faceless corporations and often seem contradictory and self-defeating. It’s a policy of mine to avoid having policies.