  Yes, my friends, it is the 11th minute of the 20th hour of the 7th day of the 7th month. (Yeah, numbers are koo...) So I'm still incredibly bored. There truly is absolutely nothing to do, very few people to talk to, and nothing to tell them. Nothing is going on tomorrow and nothing happened yesterday. Truly, isn't that our lives as a whole? Just a bunch of nothing? I mean do our lives truly add up to absolutely nothing? Everyone would like to think that they made a difference somehow. Everyone wants to think that they are the ones that caused the world to be a better place.
But, in the grand scheme of things, nothing seperates you from the 3rd Y that occurs on page 11 of the book One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish. And that is a comforting thought. How is it comforting, you ask? I shall provide suspense by putting all of my ideas into....the next paragraph and.......by.........using........a.......lot.........of...........these..........dots.................dots...............dots..........suspense..........is........being.........caused.......ica............. Anyway...(dots)...if the goal of life was to be important, that means that we would have a hierarchy. That is what it seems like we have but, that is based on a society of money. One man may be richer than a poorer man but, in the grand scheme of things, they are both equal.
That is the clincher. We are all equal. You are not seperated in any way from Mr. Bob Fallopian Tube of Wilmington, Delaware. We are in this together and we will die together. Death may frighten you but...we all die with hand clasped over the hand of another. But yeah, Gangs of New York ***. 
