I know it has been quite sometime since I wrote in here last, however I will try to make it more frequent from this day forward. The following is a letter I wrote to a friend in response to his questions on love and the email I received from him.

I think its weird that so many of us spend a large portion of our life and free time looking for some one that may eventually hurt our feelings worse then they have ever been hurt before. And this thing that we call love. Yeah love is a grand idea and maybe in some rare cases it is actually true love, however with the divorce rate at 65% and the word sex being the most frequently searched term on the internet it makes one wonder. Why is it that most of us feel this longing for love? Is it just a social cork in our society? You know thousands of years ago men would have numerous wives harems. I'M not just talking about the Mormons either. I'M talking about the Egyptians and the Greek some of the other strongest societies ever. Could it have been possible for these men to love all of the wives equally? Stranger yet, did the women love the man equally? I don't know the answers to these questions but I do know this, we die alone Brian. We come into this world alone and we leave this world alone. Knowing this I refuse to live my life for a woman instead I am choosing to live this life for knowledge. For I feel that is the only thing that we take with us when we die. Well dude I hope to hear from you soon, for now take care and keep your chin up. Remember this, you are better then any of them, if they are not wise enough to choose you then you wouldn't want them in the first place because they would have to be stoooppiidd.

Response from a friend:

We come into this world alone and we leave this world alone. ( but what about if you have a twin that is born right after you?? and what about being born into the arms of a dr, or taxi cab driver), i don't think that you are born alone. But you most certainly die alone. And when you die you don't take anything with you. It is left here at your grave. The knowledge you learn is lost. Unless say you print a book stating what you have learned in your life time, then your knowledge can carry on, but it is lost when you die. You take it to the grave. And it is there that it remains. Strive hard for your quest in knowledge, Ray. Let no man alter your path, and discourage your aim. (Sign me a copy of the book when it comes out, eh?) it is my dream to lot live my life for a woman, but instead, live it with her. Share it with her. Together, as one. a delicate and interesting meshing of character and personality. But rite now, I think that I am going to be a selfish bastard who shall live his life. ..... alone. Until that time comes, if it does at all. And it helps hearing from you that I am better than them, but I don't want to be better anymore. Better only gets me hurt. I think sometimes that they are wise enough, but just too stubborn or afraid. Or not as goal oriented as i. diff. Priorities, I suppose. Whatever it is, I think that it is bunk, and it now makes me sick.