Theres always a lot of talk about what we deserve... or don't deserve much "damn... I didn't deserve that" or "What did I do to deserve this?" But I think the real point lies in the idea that for some reason we tend to believe that the universe (for lack of a better term) has some interest in what happens to us. I mean does the universe still sob over the fate of the dinosaurs? Does it ponder still over the fates of the many we have all lost? If I trip and fall in the path of an oncoming tram will the universe, god, buddha or the tooth fairy send a card to my mom to say " That was just fucked up what happened to your boy... we all regret it and hope you get over it soon." I think not. The fact is that in the grand scheme none of us matter much ... and that's ok. Because we never did. I wonder when mankind got the idea that we are the lynch pin of the universe? Sure for a long time we believed we were the centre of it all but that was pure igno
1 part stream of consciousness, 2 parts social commentary, 3 parts the effect life is having on me, and the effect I try to have on life.