I give you your wig. It was never really mine, I was just wearing it awhile. Things artistically belong to those who can use them best. (This is not a philosophical statement, BTW -- postnote) Perhaps the same is true of lives. Nothing hurts so much of love, even when it works. There are few things in life tlike recognizing a noble feature in someone that nontheless forces you to part ways. You can visit, but cannot stay. So it is with lives -- they grow together and are chopped by circumstances. A fulfilled chosenhood holds back time for longer, but not forever. Sometimes we grab the flailing strands and weave them anew, sometimes we cannot or will not. Impermanence is live.

Sometimes the words are mixed to express the thought, sometimes the words and thoughts are born to express it. Who creates the rules, and who follows them? Both are there to communicate. I think art is often more like the second than most other media. It is this power and imbalance that makes it such a power in society, almost an object of worship to some.

I have been enjoying the Philosophy and PUSH groups a lot. Yesterday was the biggest philosophy group I've been to -- about 15 people. There were slight problems with conversation flow, but it was decently lively, and afterwards some of us went and spoke again with a bunch of Xians, as usual. One of them appeared to never have had much of a conversation w/ an atheist before, so it led to good conversation. Also, yesterday I moved to my own auto insurance. Push has been going decently well, although I need to put more time into it.

Holly's next body arrived at work today. Maybe tonight it will get its soul transplant, although I definitely must work on better airflow for the HD. Wally has been extra snuggly for the last few days. I think he really likes it here. I sometimes wonder if he remembers his mother, his half-brother A, or his half-sister B. I've been decorating my place with photos, some of scenery, and some from a trip in H.S. my APBio2 class took to a place called Stone Lab in Lake Erie.

I wish I could find my TV and DVD remotes. OWARI