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September 29, 2009
The clouds swirl above my head like mini hurricanes waiting to attack. I lean my head back on the grassy hill, brushing ants off my pants and sweater. A lady bug lands on my finger, then buzzes off. For beetles, they really are cute. I can no longer rationalize eating lunch with the others. They're conversation, celebrities, television, the radio, it bores me. I want to talk about divine, fascinating things. I want to talk about science, about truth, about religion, about society, about people. I want to talk about the things that really, truly matter in this grand world.