the point is the point!!!!! looks like i win again.

don't text another email. will they ever end?

gotta shave. i don't want to have anything i need to explain on my face.

the ultimate end is the point, which is the point. there is no other point, unless it becomes the point at some point in time. it will become a point if it will, and i don't have much sway in that—or, i don't want to. i would prefer, in general, to have less sway, in general, over the general course of proceedings.

no other two planes just flew by. one of them was smaller and closer to the ground.

i’m not the same person i was thirty seconds ago.

the only reason i do things is to do them. that’s the only reason i ever do anything. i’m not doing this ‘because’ anything. i'm not going to perpetuate any myths about beginningless time or some unchanging changer.

it’s a good thing to forget, isn’t it, because then you have room for more. far more. make room. delete anything that’s taking up space. you’ll feel the hit to your brain: it’s suddenly right-heavy. you’ll stumble under the weight and nearly fall over sideways.

cats nobody wants to be schrodinger's cat. it's an impossible situation, to not fully exist one way or another.

does observation actually birth reality from the ether? is it really just observation that puts things there, and observation that keeps it there?

the end of science. no way to figure things out, is there? what’s outside of the expanding universe, where is it going, is there anyone to observe it, does it just keep getting bigger, will i get recycled into some other lifeform, is that how it’s going to be forever and ever, blah. the right flank pain yesterday really put things in perspective. i don't like sufffering. it was a kick in the knees to my conceited sense of enlightenment, walking around like, 'damn, oh damn.... damn......,' being a brat in my own mind about it. the pain went away, but that’s just becuase of my youth, isn’t it, and when i lose that....

could get struck down any day, soldier, if you play your cards wrong.

acting no right or wrong...... only action. you know, i’m a man who acts..... i act, dr. rutenspitz, i act......

weak sauce, golyadkin. he’s such a junior. whomp whomp.

i will now put some rice in the cooker.