i guess to me it's what i think about more than anything; where did we come from, why are we here, what is (cliche-warning) the meaning of life?


to me, if we exploded and then non-biogenically formed into organisms that turned into bigger better, harrier organisms, it just doesn't feel right. i look at the world and i see all this beauty, and i wonder "why do i find this beautiful", what makes me think something is beautiful and something else isn't? and i just can't take everything down to a primitive need for survival. there seems to me there is more in the world, and more in myself than that, and i wonder where it came from, and "chance" doesn't satisfy me


peace