Is This Interesting?

I'm a little distracted right now because there is this really cute Asian girl wearing a pleated short skirt and black stalkings walking around the computer lab... three of my favorite things all put together. It's like brown paper packages tied up in string, you know what I mean. Oh, she left :(

Right, back to my intellect. I have just discovered this guy named Ray LaMontagne, who is a folk artist with this voice that is just incredible. It reminds me of everything that is good about music. I suggest everyone check him out on Pandora. I just imagine from his voice that he has been through some tough times, some really great experiences, and come out of it the other end slightly jaded, but also with a sense of the importance of things.

Which brings me to something new, the importance of things. I don't mean things in the sense of things around us. I mean things that happen. Everything that happens is so nice, it proves that life is just a beautiful tide rolling in and out. And we're all in it, trying to make sense of something that really makes no sense. And we obsess over it, try and control it. And the artists always have a better idea. The artists are always trying to show everyone else that life is just something that happens, and that makes it more beautiful, not less beautiful.

And yes, it can end at any time, for any reason. So what are we supposed to do in the meantime? I don't know, but I guess there are some popular answers. Some people think the point of life is to find love. I think this is a very romantic gesture, but I personally think that the person looking for love is going to be the last person to find it. Every time it has happened to me it was when I wasn't looking. Some people think that survival is the only purpose in life. I think this is a very scientific view that fails to account for everything that a beautiful mind (as they all are) can offer a world of confusion to help others understand that which they are caught up in. Some people say it is to pass on your genes. This seems rather fatalist to me, as if one could drop dead after they have kids. Some people say everyone has a different purpose, and while I agree I don't think this is a useful answer for anyone.

Sometimes I wish I had the words of a poet, or even a songwriter so I could explain some of these things that I have the compulsion to try and explain. As it is my words never do the job I send them out to do. They try their best, and fight like good little soldiers, but they get confusing orders and the supply lines end up getting cut off every time.

I hope life means as much to you as it does to me. I hope you can see how much life means to me.

And just a question, inspired by Forest Sun, where would the poets be without the rain?