I really have nothing to say but i feel as if i should be doing something. Maybe I'm just having an attack of unapathy. Maybe i care. Maybe. Only a few short weeks before my life changes for good, not that this is a bad thing, but life as we all know it has a pattern and is generally a fan of change and life generally begets life. That being the reason for the change and most likely the reason for the said and unusual affliction. All this gets me to thinking about the world as it is and where it's going in the context of my expectant joint legacy (with my wife of course). In the past I have been inclined to and (the imaginary reader) may have noticed my affinity for calling the world the great fucking whore that it appears to be. Sadly this is only acceptable when the levels of ones own self loathing matches the general cruelty that the complicated system of humanity and its conditions inflicts upon itself. I cannot indulge in this sort of judgement now. It is not acceptable. My life now actually has meaning, the only real meaning that any life can obtain and as such my life has taken on a semantic simplicity and the more complex scenario of living with the renewed responsibility of 'real life in the real world'. Not that that changes anything. No time to live in ones head. Now i live. Now i need not ponder the deeper metaphysical aspects of existence, now my existence is required to do what it must; necessitate it's self. Now more than ever i am critically aware of the continuing relationship between order and chaos. We need both!- indeed order is a nesessary product of chaos which in turn explains and secures our existence and the reason for me writing this. Having a baby. While reason may faulter and change time still marches on. And while there is time all possiblities will eventuate including this. Any questions??