this is not your grave, but you are welcome in it

so many things i have been wanting to say that i have had no clear picture in my brain or how to give voice to these thoughts. nothing quite says "indecision" like not being able to organize my thoughts into cohesive words.

im quite sure that i sat down with something to write about but that has now changed. i started watching The Golden Compass and it reminded me of the Books. the book(s), just like every other movie based on a book, the written form is vastly superior.

i need not tell you anything about the books for the wikipedia link does a fine job of that. if anyone knows anything about me, you will know why i like these books. i just love the interplay between a fantasy based in a similar and yet very different world to ours.

i have to admit that a world where the Soul exists as a creature outside the body is quite romantic. it would be an amazing thing to no just have visual and definitive proof of the soul, but the ability to befriend it. it is considered an unspeakable faux pas to touch another persons Dæmon with your bare hands.

all this was a bit inspired by the scores of compliments that i got from wearing one of my more... abrasive shirts. the Place that i got the shirt from is no long in business, but it has joined with another company that has some similar items. most notably This One which i also have but is much more tame than one i wore which has pictographical representation of a cross=swastika. kind of like This but more more simple, cut and dry. it warmed my heart to have so many people tell me that they liked my shirt.

perhaps the world is finally waking up to the realization that god is a crutch and a hinderance. that belief in a power greater than the self. power of the self is the only true freedom any of us have. to be independent of a faith that demands guilt and subservience. never will i serve.