So...on a more less serious note

They say it ain't over 'til the fat lady sings, but so frequently do people end it themselves.

So the question is, why?

Why breathe the last breath? Why smile the last smile? Why smell the last smell? Why see the last sight? Why feel the last sensation?

Especially when it is not meant to be.

Sure a touchy subject for many. However one also thought about frequently.

Please don't get me wrong. I would never. I merely ask a few too many questions.

Richard Franklin Lenox Thomas Pryor (December 1, 1940 ? December 10, 2005)

Pryor died of cardiac arrest at the age of 65 in an Encino hospital on the morning of December 10, 2005. He was brought to the hospital after his wife's attempts to resuscitate him failed.

O Fortuna c. 1230

Text: 1.O Fortuna, velut luna statu variabilis, semper crescis aut descrescis; vita detestabilis nunc obdurat et tunc curat ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem.	Translation: O Fortune, just as the moon you vary your state always increasing or decreasing; 5 the detestable life now difficult and then easy with your games sharpens poverty, power 10 dissolves like ice.
2.Sors inmanis et inanis, rota tu volubilis, status malus, vana salus semper dissolubilis, obrumbratam et velatam mihi quoque niteris, nunc per ludum dorsum nudum fero tui sceleris.	Often great and empty, your revolving wheel, 15 an evil state, vain health always dissolving, concealing and veiled 20 you also strive for me now by game, a lost shirt I guiltily take because of you.
3.Sors salutis et virtutis mihi nunc contraria, est affectus et defectus semper in angaria; hac in hora sine mora cordis pulsum tangite, quod per sortem sternit fortem mecum omnes plangite.	Often my health 25 and my virtue are now contrary for me, affected and defective always in torment; 30 In this hour without delay take the pulse of my heart, which through fate, she overthrows my strength: 35 weep all of you with me.

A theological question...

If there should be just one God and that God wants all people on Earth to believe in them. Why doesn't that God make it more obvious in its Existence?

Sure faith is all well and good, but I just don't buy into it.

I mean everyone has their own opinion on the matter, so obviously most everyone has to be wrong.

That would mean only a select few people really know.

What kind of a God would segregate people from each other?

Religion is so, confusing to me.

What about empirical truth? What about cold hard facts?

Why can't their be an easy answer?

Sticking the shoe in the mouth...

I am going to from now on, attempt to, keep myself out of any and all possible matters involving people other than myself...

Everyone can do anything they want to...

There, you happy...

I'll shut up now...

Bye...

Quitting Cold Turkey

It is going to be difficult, but I think I can do it.

And no I don't smoke or drink or anything like that.