I had a dream with you in it. It was a week or so ago, which means I don't recall the content very well, but that's a total of four, now. I can only remember images from three of them.

Randomly, I've been thinking about the human soul lately. Kind of like, what is it? Personally, I believe it exists. By soul, I mean the 'essence' of humans. What makes them all built the same but each of them different. Complex beings, and all that.

You know, after you die, six ounces disappears. Where does it go? That's after your bowels release and such. It's weird. Some scientists believe that's the soul leaving the body, but I don't know if I agree. Ounces implies weight. If there's weight, there's content. If there's content, why haven't we found it yet?

At first, I was thinking that maybe the soul is a function. Like electricity. It's something that is constantly moving in the body and it's what moves it and when the function ceases, the weight disperses. Maybe it's just atoms? Cause there's that theory saying that nothing can be created or destroyed and so where does that go, if that is the case? Into the air? Can it be contained in a clean room, then?

And even after that, I think the soul is contained in the part of the brain we don't use. I think that's the best reason behind why it can't be found. Maybe it uses different frequency's, you know? Maybe the way it's used is different from the other parts of gray matter and that's why it doesn't show activity. Cause the mind is ridiculous and we'll never really understand it completely, no matter how hard we try, but what if the true 'mind' includes the soul? I mean, how genius would that be?

There have been serial killers who would go around murdering, just to see if at any point they would be able to visibly see the soul exit the body. Why does everyone think it's beneath the rib cage? 'Soul' isn't even a completely religious word.

And what about the well of souls? So many books or sci-fi novels about that. I'm not in school, but I kinda want to write a thesis. My brain just won't let this go. GEH.

Actually. I'm going to go post this in my tales.

You have been given Enslaved. Crafted by Karla M

You have been given ♥ bites ♥. Crafted by Yumi

Beh. Friday.

Dante's pissing me off again...or rather, my prompt is. I'm supposed to take one canto and somehow show mastery of it, and then talk about it thematically as it fits into Purgatorio and ante-purgatory in general. I -know- Stern realizes how impossible it is to consider every important detail in a canto...since everything is an important detail, each of which I could write a paper on.

Beh! ...so I'm going to write about the differences between angels and humans and embodiment. And music.

So there?

...eh, there'll probably be a few pages on astrology too. Mars and its classical relation to music, negative implications of Aurora, rape references with the swallow and Ganymede...tch.

*mutters*

You have been given Jack's Smirking Revenge. Crafted by Louis Cyphre

I've completely lost my previous revelation. Dammit. I remember all the details that lead there, but not that heady conclusion...it's definitely not what you took it as, as evidenced by my immediate reaction of disgust.

...Ah well. These things come and go, I guess.

You have been given time to reflect. Crafted by Belgrael

I forgot how to yawn the other day. It was actually, very, very depressing. I almost cried a couple times in frustration.

I learned how to whistle (a bit) a couple of days ago. I'm excited. My juggling is getting better. My fingers are still cold.

I think it's going to be Japan. Where I move. Or Norway. Depending on the motivation I have. Live with relatives who have asked to set me up on an arranged marriage to royalty a couple times? Or live in a place where no one knows, cares, or thinks about you? Honestly. I'm leaning towards the latter.

So. The reason I breathe is moving away this October. She's moving to Korea and I'm trying to be supportive. I've noticed that I have a bad habit of helping people hurt me. It makes me feel good knowing I'm being a good friend and I'm helping her plan things, but I seriously think that the moment she departs from American soil, I'm going to drop dead. Does that sound childish? She's why I can bounce back. Anything in the world can happen to me, but the moment I see her, I don't care about anything. She's my number one. My heart is going to explode. If I tell her all that, she'd stay. I don't want to hold her back. Letting people go is not a skill of mine, but I'm not sure how one learns to get over that?

Shit happened with my mom. Since this is story time, I figured I'd slip in an update. I don't want to be one of those people that has to be worried about.

Since, I know you've been- yeah. Anyhow. Um, keep eating well, get enough sleep, and I hope you're doing better than usual. Yes.

You have been given Where is my Honey!?. Crafted by Cheyenna King

Hn. We're reading all these reincarnation stories for World Religions. If I have to read another beautifully rendered account of couples killing themselves for each other I'm going to have to lay down for a bit...

You have been given nothing. Crafted by unknown