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May 2, 2010

I understand the futility of it all.

I love staring up at the stars and thinking, I am just 1 6,697,254,041th of this earth, and this earth is less than a ninth of our solar system, and our solar system is one of... a lot of solar systems in our universe. Maybe we are even smaller than that.

Knowing that, if I died, the majority of the world would never know, nor care, makes my life feel like a whisper of existence, a secret imparted unto only those I wish to impart it to. To me, thatís the best part.