Here's the avatar link, by the way.

I solve puzzles

I also make them. Web-puzzle coming to you soon, courtesy of neocities exuberance to make the internet as it once was.

Play my game

Check out my profile on this stupid stud game.

Maybe I'll actually finish it at some point.

Closing Thoughts

Did you know? I play the piano at an intermediate level. I greatly enjoy what I do. I will very likely be studying in mechanical engineering Fall of 2027. When I make my blog page in the near future, it will be linked on this page. I hope I am sufficiently enjoyable.

Don't ever think for a moment, even briefly, that the world would be a better place without you, because you are a challenge to the indifferent universe with a heart that screams for something more. If all your life was spent as a vagabond the weary would call it a waste, yet to travel from each microcosm of community around the globe to make a face you'll never see again shine a golden smile is proof enough that the weary have yet to sufficiently live. It is not a lack of purpose that sprouts from their souls, but the belief that there is a greater purpose to the madness. The vagabond has crossed the edge of the observable and marked their map in an aimless pursuit not to fulfill a grandiose manifestation of destiny, but to rather experience what is attainable in one's shortest lifespan. You are here for no greater purpose than the perennial daffodils that bulb their petals come spring. From his 1952 novel, East of Eden, "And I feel that I am a man. And I feel that a man is a very important thing—maybe more important than a star. This is not theology. I have no bent towards gods. But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed—because 'Thou mayest.'"

Go, and do what you are destined to do, not because it is your fate, but because you hold all the cards. Whether you have an ace high, pair, or a royal flush will be the outcome of a life well-lived and a life deserving of living. With these in hand, and a light heart, you will have created a path of salvation for yourself when the void calls your name. When you see your friends and loved ones descend down from the florescent lights above and you reach out in earnest with tired hands, you will see the cold beyond. There will be no more time to grieve your own death, and you will need time itself no longer when the light goes from white, to grey, to black, to the soft whispers of the ones who rest beside you. When you come to terms with it, you will begin your third life as a warm memory, for we all live three lives—the innocence, the mortality, and the remembrance.

Even for those whose mortality is cut short, they too get to live once more. It is the strangest thing that life is full of second chances, and more-so that it is equally unforgiving. We chase immortality, though not through our second life, but the third.

Become the memory you wish to be, for thou mayest.