Purpose. Purpose. What is the purpose? We are setting a new standard. This is the beginning. Like a child of perfection in awe of winter's first snow fall and scared to take the plunge into the billowy deepness I am. mmmm. I am. We must keep plunging. We must keep lunging into whatever jungle is out there. A citizen of Life is intensely deeply embedded in the endless joy and torturous sadness of the world, but is not of it. Emotion is the touchstone. It is veritable magic. It connects and translates. It is the joy and the bubble and the sadness. The in betweens. The mellows. The melancholys. The exhuberants. It takes me througout the very world. Yet, it is also not everything. It does not determine. Emotion does not configure you or me. Happiness. I would like to be happy, but I know sometimes it'll change. My emotions will change, but I know, i think there's something else that will stay in the same, even when i feel it hasn't. Even when you become bitter and essentially think you hate the world. That very thing will stay the same. And that is ok as well.My sister was just makingfun of me. In her joking manner. Making me sound silly to myself. And that I think is ok as well. Anyway. I try not to take myself too seriously ya know. The real fun (what an elementary word) comes when we or i stop theorizing and actually put word to practice. It gets scary and tumultuous at times. This writing is part reality, part simulation. In this place there's more to say and more to know and more to friggin grow. ----inti-appleseed