I'm so tired of the banality...

Today I posted on MySpace. Oh well.

I'm so tired of banality in general. "Just bullshitting" is so tiresome. There has to be some substance somewhere in my head and in my life.

It use to be a non-stop contemplation in here, in this head of mine. A contemplation I enjoyed a good deal of the time. I long for it and miss it greatly.

When did the simplicity become attractive to me? Why did I let slip away my precious questions. If there is something at least as important as answers, it's questions.

Keys, they are so beautiful. What is and how? Why? Under what circumstances? What criteria define?

Madness isn't fun though, I suppose. And madness can ensue if Q&A aren't checked with empiricism. If not madness, just a bunch of bullshit. See Aristotle.

Ahh, I do so miss my mind.