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Whatever you would want to know, you could ask just as easily, but these days seem a little bit too convenient for me to really feel comfortable within. Too much comfort to be able to sense a reality around us. Maybe it will fall as Rome fell, but who's to play Nero while we burnout? I can sense the approach of an end, but maybe that is merely my own biological gauge fessing up to my personal demise. I really bum myself out sometimes, as you can bear witness to, and depression is kept quaintly at bay by a humorous sense of the ironic, sarcastic and cynical. What is the use in looking so bleakly at the world around me when to do so leads to the extreme mess that our world is into today? The answer is only relevent as the question, and more philo-theosophers have posed mightier theories in ages past. However, if reincarnation applies, who's to say that I am not the rebirth of all those sainted philosophers and theorists? The wavelengths and bandwidths of our collective mind weaves subtly through the span of time and space, and I am but an interpreter and channel for the energies of the ages condensed, like our culture. We are the representation, thusly the end product, of the world culture around us. I tire of writing this much, though, and if you wish to know more, all you need do is ask...