All right, so a happy post. (Sorry kids, I didn't mean to take your ice-cream and step on your dreams...)
(Its not me, it's all the apocalyptic movies people make me watch.)
Life is great. Things happened that I could never have imagined in a million years. (Sorry, that part's not public domain. Could you check later?)
I've got a new hobby. RC Helis! I've always been more of a technical man, but this just blew my mind all over the carpet. If you dont have an RC Craft, get one. The feeling of controlling something that is flying right before your eyes is amazing. (More on that later)
Anyway, like I postulated before, people get philosophical when they're sad. Seriously, once you think about it, have you ever heard a happy man philosophizing, analyzing life when he's filled with happiness? All our philosophies, all their subcultures, no matter how deep or moving, are never happy. All they leave you with is an empty feeling. When you read about panspermia, epistemology, or metaphysics, they appeal to the logician in me, but it feels like something's not right.
This is probably why most of the scientists I know believe in god. Studying and believing in science drowns you into a world that is cold and indifferent to you, a tiny speck in a grand system without any direction that was merely the result of cosmic coincidences...... Who wouldn't go mad?
