Was born on a date. Will die on a date. Am living today. I don't do drugs. I cry at melodramatic moments in motion pictures. I love eating things that make me no longer hungry. My favorite hobby is killing time by finding stuff to do. I like the idea that all is one. Film is my life's interest...music is it's passion and heart. I was born into music, so it seems only right that I die while listening to Glen Fry's "Smuggler's Blues".
And now for a parable:
One time while I was contemplating the infinite (as I often do) I ate a cheeseburger. The burger was cooked just right. Pink, but not too pink. After eating it...I was full. I don't remember what I ate some 7 hours later. I'm sure it was not as good as the burger.
And now for some nonsense:
Don't judge a crepe by it's filling. Just eat the thing. The Bells ring in hallow tents made of ground up tinsel. Can you hear them?