Monday, July 15, 2002 2:10:30 pm GMT-0400
Hey folks, no title this time around... I'm just a little too upset to try to come up with something witty. Yeah, I'm upset. Part of my being, part of my soul feels to me as if it could rescue this world. As if I could change the world for the better. I like that part of my soul. It's a private joy for me; a private honor that I carry where ever I go. I've never mentioned it to anyone before, but it's there. And it fuels a very strong desire within me to do what I can to change this place for the better. But at this moment, I'm not so sure this planet... well, the people on the planet deserve to be saved. Between the daily reports of people killing each other, the people that we give power abusing it, and messages of hate being spread everywhere, how can I say that this species deserves to continue to exist? Honestly. I can't justify, at the moment, bringing a child into this world. How cruel is it to create an innocent child — a thing of utter beauty and purity — and expose him or her to the corruption of life. How could I expose them to the ugliness of this species? I can't justify that at the moment. I think about my nephews and nieces, of my friends' children, and I think of how innocent and wonderful they are. I think about the joy I see in their eyes while experiencing everything, and I remember that same feeling deep with-in me; I remember how I felt when I first did what they just did for the first time. I remember the happiness of playing with my parents and sister, of playing in the snow, of playing baseball and football, of just running free of the responsibilities of adulthood. That feeling, that emotion, is as close to being with God as any of us can get in life. It is purity. It is innocence. In is godliness. And then I look at myself now, reflect on all my experiences since I last felt that way, consider all my decisions, and I confirm that I made the right choices for me. Yet, I have little of that purity left. I have been corrupted by this world. I have been contaminated by the evil of this world. This world should not continue as it is. There is no reason for racism. This world must change before it deserves to be saved.

Monday, July 15, 2002 2:10:30 pm GMT-0400

Hey folks, no title this time around... I'm just a little too upset to try to come up with something witty. Yeah, I'm upset.

Part of my being, part of my soul feels to me as if it could rescue this world. As if I could change the world for the better. I like that part of my soul. It's a private joy for me; a private honor that I carry where ever I go. I've never mentioned it to anyone before, but it's there. And it fuels a very strong desire within me to do what I can to change this place for the better.

But at this moment, I'm not so sure this planet... well, the people on the planet deserve to be saved. Between the daily reports of people killing each other, the people that we give power abusing it, and messages of hate being spread everywhere, how can I say that this species deserves to continue to exist? Honestly. I can't justify, at the moment, bringing a child into this world. How cruel is it to create an innocent child — a thing of utter beauty and purity — and expose him or her to the corruption of life. How could I expose them to the ugliness of this species?

I can't justify that at the moment. I think about my nephews and nieces, of my friends' children, and I think of how innocent and wonderful they are. I think about the joy I see in their eyes while experiencing everything, and I remember that same feeling deep with-in me; I remember how I felt when I first did what they just did for the first time. I remember the happiness of playing with my parents and sister, of playing in the snow, of playing baseball and football, of just running free of the responsibilities of adulthood. That feeling, that emotion, is as close to being with God as any of us can get in life. It is purity. It is innocence. In is godliness.

And then I look at myself now, reflect on all my experiences since I last felt that way, consider all my decisions, and I confirm that I made the right choices for me. Yet, I have little of that purity left. I have been corrupted by this world. I have been contaminated by the evil of this world.

This world should not continue as it is. There is no reason for racism.

This world must change before it deserves to be saved.