Nothing really new to say today. Was just in the mood for this song (or maybe Thundercrack...or Rosalita). From Shortbus, which is a fantastic movie. It might actually become the fifth of my favorite movies, though I have to see it once more to be certain. Unfortunately, one of my friends who met the director with me said he was a bit of a creeper (see, Kari, you're not alone). But the movie's still fantastic.

I think it needs little explanation:

And a quick google search for "unicorn sex" yields an Urban Dictionary entry titled Operation: Unicorn-Sex. Definitions?

and

My other favorite search result was a page titled Are You Looking For a Unicorn? - a site dedicated to finding people to create poly groups. Not that I find polyamorous people funny, but that my search pulls up the page seems beyond random to me. Of course, my utter lack of knowledge about poly culture might explain that.

Still, my search didn't really make it any more clear what they do with those damn horns...

A Small Request for the Unreligious

This is half rambling thoughts (though it's meant as a direct request), so I ask you to bear slightly with me.

If you haven't picked up on it yet, I'm Christian. Catholic, to be specific, but that's inconsequential. To be utterly brief and summational, I've always found that I got along better with those who were of different faiths or followed no religious belief at all.

I should also quickly mention, I admit that my own experiences (hence forming my current opinions) may very well be limited. Therefore, I don't begin to assume that what I describe here is necessarily true for every said person. In fact, I tend to do that with most people I encounter in life: treat things on a very individual level.

To be brief (again), the biggest difference between the avidly religious Christians and the latter group was the latter seemed to "think". I tend to believe in logic and reason with the same passion as the Enlightenment and that's how my mind-process functions.

Now, I'm not trying to set up a dynamic where the more professed of a Christian you are, the more unintelligent and irrational you are. And, of course, vice versa. I would clearly have no place in that dynamic. But we do know, thanks to our psychotic, fundie Christian friends out there who seem to find it their mission to make us suffer the same idiocy which has removed their own brains, that there is a large enough sample of Christians who do make that dynamic seem plausible.

Switching topics just briefly (I ought to make that my word for the day...), a club titled Williams' Secular Community was started just this year at my college. Excited at the idea of helping along a newly started group and that Secular thinkers (though, of course, namely aimed at atheists, agnostics, humanists, etc.) would actually get a group and space within the area of religious need was fantastic to me (at the office for religious needs, our group actually has a tag with information alongside the other religious groups on campus; it's pretty damn cool).

I ended up missing the first meeting, unfortunately, but promptly made the second. It appears that all (to my memory) religious individuals who has attended the first meeting to see what the club was about decided not to keep attending. Which was fine. Though I was slightly anxious as to the purpose and point of the club (it was undecided in the beginning). It had been advertised majoridly as a group for atheists, and, while I felt that was certainly important, I didn't want that to be the only focus of the group. Such an intent would easily alienate any others who would wish to join. In the end, the group has been slanted towards Secular thinkers (which I easily fit the category) with a concentration towards atheists, agnostics, humanists, etc.

Surprisingly, as I voiced my concern that second meeting, the members assured me the group was open to anyone and explained that's why they settled on the name they had. What I didn't expect, nor was it a worry (though I definitely appreciated the gesture), was an assurance that if I felt uncomfortable in the group at all to just let them know.

Obviously, many of the jokes in the group tend to be slanted towards Christians in a general sense. However, I have been given the permission (of course, I say that entirely jokingly) to "fire back" if ever any member gets ahead of him/herself. But in a group nearly entirely of atheists/humanists with one Christian, the environment is of no surprise.

And I know that the jokes are in light of and levied towards our psychotic friends; some of them pretty obviously so (I find creationism laughable, for example). Though I can't help but notice that, for some members, this is what Christianity means for them (largely in part because that brand of Christianity tends to get most airtime, etc. versus the less controversial or extreme Christians).

I know that in discussing the formation of the Secular group during an Interfaith group that had started at the beginning of the year, the members of the Interfaith group felt that the use of "logic" and "thought" in the posters put up around campus implied that religious people were incapable of thought or reason. Of course, I'd like the point out that the posters were in reference to Secular thought. Religious thought may require reason to sort out, etc. but it is not in itself reason. Nor is it science. But I rest my opinions there. Let's see if I can finish this up relatively soon.

The members did have a point though. I certainly don't believe that religious belief suddenly equals the death of free-thought or reason. Largely because religions are intensely interpretation, etc. no matter what anyone else tells you. A statement like, "Well, Christians believe..." is immediately wrong. Religion is far too varied to just shoot down as if it is a monolithic set of beliefs. In fact, most theologians, priests, rabbis, etc. I've talked to have said that their respective religious texts are not meant to necessarily be handbooks on how to live. There are further steps which are required.

So whenever I hear certain universal statements about Christianity, I find myself wanting to object. Because, often, they're not in a Secular Community where I've been given full acceptance. They can be made by those who don't know that there are Christians out there who feel no need to make their own beliefs your beliefs. They could be made by those who are simply being general and do know there are those who think reasonably and could probably hold their respect. And there may be those who really don't give a damn either way.

Simply, my request is this - whether because you like to take to task creationists, are simply providing pieces of evidence for discussion about the validity of a religion, or some idiot totally infringed on your privacy and couldn't let each individual belief stand, don't blame all Christians. I'm no Jerry Falwell, William Dembski, nor anyone else along that line. I understand why we hold differing views.

I just ask that you don't forget I exist when dismantling an idea about or individual of Christianity. Call me sensitive, but I take words personally.

**I do realize I lend a rather harsh assessment of Creationism in here. While I do think you have every right to believe in it, I strongly object to the idea of having it taught in public schools, etc. I realize you may not fall under that category but that was who the remarks were most leveled towards. I'm sorry if I've come off cruelly in this entry towards you.

To think not too long ago I was worrying I didn't update my Xanga enough. Should I work on my paper tonight? If I get to sleep at 2, I can wake up at 10:30 like I usually would've for Sundays. If I work on my paper, I get some work done I don't have to worry about on Monday (a day before the paper is done). I'm more likely to actually work on Monday, though (in theory). All in all, waking up before 12 is probably a wise idea. Bed it is then, after this entry.

So, when asked about what I miss about HS/home, I usually respond that it's the sense of community that was there. I was placed with people I knew pretty damn well, comfortable in my skin as a result, and actually cared about (which is turning into more of a surprise to me than I certainly expected). For all it was worth, it was definitely a worthwhile experience. But none of this information is new.

I was looking through some of the photos of Prom, reflecting over the news I had heard (though slight) of back home, and I was struck by just how utterly left out I felt. Which, of course, is to be expected - it's been a year I've been gone. And people do have lives, after all.

I know some have joked that I was kind of the "parent" (often the specific wording was mother, but I take umbridge with that specific label) of a good deal of my friends. While logically generally stated by those 2 grades younger than me, Monica has noted that a lot of the people who spent time together (in her perspective) were brought together because I knew most of them. She felt kind of isolated from some people this year because she didn't know them as well. While this sentiment might be true for some, I've never assumed, or would think to assume, that this is true for many (it's one thing to be appreciated; to think you have a specialized place of importance borders on egoism).

However, to an extent, there is a bit of that feeling. For the Seniors this year, not so much (though I do feel like I have no clue what's going on in their lives, for the most part). But for the Juniors? Even the Sophomores this year - while I didn't know many (or that well), these guys still have, at minimum, a year to go. I feel I ought to be there. There's so much they're going to go through. And I'm totally missing these huge times of our friendship.

Again, though, this should come at no surprise. I've always been someone with a deep-seated need (I think I wouldn't be over-stepping with using need) for a community. I love history and honestly feel left out if something (let's take the long history and in-jokes of homestarrunner.com) has a extensive past history that I don't know entirely. When someone makes a reference to something that happened in the past - I feel this odd melancholy of isolation. Of course, when it comes to actual people, it's a little more serious.

So (brief, slight shift in subject), I never understood that idea of sitting around and talking. Granted, I never did well socially in groups of people I don't know well - this might explain when my parents would go out and drag us (the kids) along, I didn't do well mingling. Give me my corner and let me dwell. But amongst those I do know, I've discovered this year I do better. And, for me at least, it's a way to get to know people better. And with all the ideology I continually spew, I think we all know that the notion of knowing others better is probably one I'd subscribe to easily and quickly. Fully endorse, we might say....

In any case, it helps also foster this idea of community. And I've realized what I'll need someday - a stable community. Something where I can always return. A family, of sorts.

Because of the unity my cousins and my siblings and I had (until our parents all separated to different locations), I plan to someday run the idea by them of having all of us live in a cluster together someday. That way that same friendship and bond could happen with them as it did with us. Either way, I need a sense of community (no, nvm, not a sense - the actual thing). It would be nice.

I was originally going to comment on Eminem's new CD, but I've decided it's unneeded. The short version - disappointing. Lyrical genius with no direction of message (or much of anything beyond crazy rhyming).

So, I'll instead post my song, which is about...at least a year old by now. No, actually, it ought to be older. Dang. Basically, I wrote the first two verses a while (heh, long while) back. I was at a total loss for where to head lyrcially and seemed to be exausting my own rhyme schemes (as a reviewer told me, same type of words rhymed as always). The first half of the second verse in particular was just awfully weak.

I don't remember exactly what happened in order next, but at some point I really started to like an old beat that I had done. It had (/has) a very spaced out type feel to it. I was lucky it worked so nicely. Since I was stuck very much in my "write about depression, abuse, etc." phase, where all of my work was focused on this topic (if only all my work was of the same quality from that time...), I found three friends to record their own personal issues to be used in place of the hook. Wasn't entirely easy, since not everyone was exactly jumping at the idea of their own problems being displayed in such a public medium. But I found three who were willing to help.

As the beat was constructed, finalized, and the interviews interlaced properly, I decided to gut the first half of the original second verse and put in an old verse I had never used. It worked perfectly, thankfully.

I don't know when the third verse was written in respect to the previous stuff I've just written but I do know it was about a year since I had written anything. I think as a product of so long a break from writing and so many ideas and opinions mulling over in my head, the third verse ended up 60 or so lines.

In any case, after finally getting time to record the thing, I ended re-recording some of the parts because my flow was just awful for some parts. Plus some minor tweakings and alterign the beat had to be done. Finally, after all this time and talk about it, it's done. I just pray it sounds like a decent final product.

For those unfamiliar with my album idea, this point is when the protaganist is dealing with so much they're more concerned with just saying their thoughts than concern with how they say them. Needless to say, the enirety of the song is meant to be jarring and explicit. The lyrics can be gotten here: http://thirst2.xanga.com/656823727/item/. In any case, I'll stop talking now.

(note: everyone who knows these people on here I trust, so I don't fear them being bothered for what they say on the track. Plus, they approved of it being used when I asked to interview them. But, nonetheless, they are taking a brave step of putting their voices out there - so, of course, respect that; it takes a lot)

(you can pause the music player at the very bottom of the page)

One of the drawbacks of having a penis: when you're swinging on a swing set, it's like constantly crushing a piece of your body the entire time. So then you try to shift it, you know, so you don't flatten the poor thing. But then it's laying on top of your leg; and it's not like there isn't enough heat they're being subjected to with the stupid seat of the swing crushing your thighs together. By the end, you're stuck wishing you could simply detach and reattach your reproductive order whenever you wish. That would be sweet. And very difficult.

I honestly do have to wonder how I end up with so large a group of the female sex for friends. For this time period, you'd think otherwise.

Which reminds me of Sophomore year, as a Freshman Lilia openly adjusted her bra and, I think, complained about her period. Oddly enough, she decides to remark that she really shouldn't be telling me this stuff later. To which I must react - why? Like I don't know you're wearing a bra. Or that you have a period. It's like we give such minuscule stuff a feeling that we shouldn't be talking or sharing it. One of my favorite things about the Ancient Greeks was their public bathrooms.

Just a slew of connected toilets with no walls between them. And they just sat their and, as they did their universal business, discussed whatever a normal conversation would cover. Fantastic! No worries about embarrassment over non-embarressing stuff. But really, the more pressing and important question of this matter was why I didn't try to do more with a girl so open about her bra. The possibilities were probably endless. But, for another day.

However, the topic does bring us to another topic. Ever been somewhere with your parents and there's a group that's somewhere near in the social setting? And, of course, mom or dad mentions something like, "Can't those kids sit still?" or "Why are they so loud?" And, of course, you can't help but think both statements are ridiculous. But, more so, it goes back to that basic tenement of whatever pleases and makes you happy to a tee isn't necessarily what you ought to expect. There are others in this world. Actually think of them (father dearest, start taking notes). I guess when people act out, or against what's "publically/socially acceptable", I always want to object, "So?" If someone's happy - cherish that. For the sake of God, cherish that. For a world stricken by lies, two-faced...ness, cheating, depression, lack of proper self-esteem, betrayal, physical parental abuse - and the many, many et cetera, this person is happy. Geez, let them have that! I honestly think, if you don't just live at least once in your life - what's the point? Take a risk, make a fool of yourself, cuss pointlessly, sing to yourself in public (I apparently wasn't loud enough to get odd glances at the park today), play the penis game in a public sphere, just do something that reminds others how badly we construct expectations that have no real (logically held-up) reason for being followed. So, okay, yeah, they're being loud and disrupting others just a bit. They're also 14. And have more screwed up domestic issues than you want to sift through. Let 'em be...not like they're harming anyone or being immoral. Let them have the moment.

I rediscovered why I loved Metallica again today. I dunno if it's just because I grew up to it, am just used to it, or whatever, but I love the full sound of an electric guitar. Amazing instrument.

Yeah...trust I seek
    and I find in you
Everyday for us something new...
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
(-Metallica)

There was some seemingly unrealated rant I was going to go with that...Sabbath, anyone?

I wonder if I have to serve Sunday Mass this week. Probably. I usually do. Williams' Secular Community party on Saturday. Plus all my homework. And Work. Should be fun....

Hmm, yeah...totally can't think of what else I was going to say. Which is odd, because I could've sworn...huh. Definitely one of my more...free-form flowing thought...like entries. I'm usually not this flitty. Random topics FTW, I suppose.

Oh, do you believe in Rock 'n' Roll?
Can music save your immortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance...real slow?
-Don McLean

Heh, I'm such a product of the suburbs...

Well, I've dived back into xkcd comics. Never heard of them (xkcd.com)?

I must thank Katie Holbrook sometime entirely for showing me this splendid internet strip.

I remember reading an article about Bill Waters (author of Calvin and Hobbs) and they had noted how some critics picked up on the fact that Waters can actually draw. Technically, so can this guy, but you have to admire his unneed to.

The catch phrase of the website is A Webcomic of Romance, Sarcasm, Math, and Language. This is so true. One thing I really like about the site is that it totally plays to intellectuals and geeks.

A lot.

I, personally, am in total love with that last one. The comic also tends to focus on some stuff which, I think, our generation relates to far more.

I have to say, I do love the artistic variation on a familiar theme in the above one. But one of the best things about this comic is that it can go from an odd hybrid of intellectual and inane humor (that only it could pull off),

to a seriousness that seems almost out of place. As the catch phrase says, romance is in the equation. And plenty of it. All too often, the drawer offers (in a idealistic, hopeful fashion) love as the only solutions to our problems sometimes. In one comic, as two men start to ponder questions and their speech spills out, filling the page, the strip collapses upon itself, all sense of boxes and coherance lost in a mess of words and lines. Then, out of it emerges half-boxes with two people in them. They hold hands and walk off, amid the reckage on the page. At times the strip does nothing more than point out subtle IFs and MAYBEs and, in an almost surreal way, demonstrates itself as incredibly poignant.


The caption on the site was, "This one makes me wince everytime I think about it." Other times, it infuses its humor with the notes on romance.

Some happen to be straight serious.

It's odd because the picture shows nothing we haven't been told before. The artwork is drawn in stick figures. Yet I find the faceless characters to stand for something and the scene no less gripping than it needs to be. I dunno, it strikes home for me.

Otherwise, though, xkcd is just plain fun:

So many awesome references for an Epic Win.

That one will be my favorite forever.

Anyway, that was incredibly long and large, but I felt it needed to be said. If you read all of the strips, congrats. I think it's a good comic with a lot of subtle art.

On a completely unrelated note, check this out: http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.matthewgood.org%2F2009%2F04%2Fand-then-beauty-showed-up%2F&h=b8c38379fb5dcf691c924d5637043670. Kaz showed it to me. It speaks for itself. Watch the vid in the link!

What brought you to Xanga? What made you stay?

I was brought to xanga due to Nox, back when I used to frequent the Church USA chat rooms. I didn't know what the Hell it was, at first (my first few posts are beyond comical, in my opinion). Upon figuring it out, I fell in love with the environment  Honestly, Xanga created the idea of a ton of teenage journals in anonymity for open navigation on the inter-web. There still remains no environment like it, with the layouts it provided. It was, really, personality connection for those driven into isolation. As I've waxed before, that's since changed, but xanga is still very much that way for me.

As for staying, I'm not entirely sure. I've grown exceedingly tired with Xanga. While I love the initial concept, and the Featured Weblogs and (to an extent) the Ish sites were quite good, some of the junk they've added is downright pointless. Upload pictures...on a journal site? No one's about to make albums. And you could just see the picture with the original post; that way it makes sense. Blogrings have never made sense to me. It's like MySpace - I can alter what it says (and, true, MySpace has layouts) but that's it. No interaction whatsoever.

Plus, I really want to know what dumbass decided to fuck up the Look & Feel option. True, the new way to make layouts is quite user-friendly  But, surely they knew that half of the fun of layouts was screwing around with the HTML code...right? I mean, really? You didn't realize that?? Okay, so you've ended up limiting us severely instead. And they honestly don't know how to pick Featured Weblogs for shit. Some of the most stupid crap is posted instead. Take a look through the suggested ones, then see which ones they decided to feature. I'm also growing exceeding sure Xanga has a anti-gay bias. Revelife was the first Ish site, wasn't it (or one of)? Plus, that's the only one they have? People have gathered around having an atheist ish site in the ideas section, but they haven't implemented that yet. Coincidence?

I mean, I know the hypocrisy of typing out complaints about a site I'm currently using. But beyond it's core function (an online journal/blog), Xanga team fails on many accounts.

Still, I'm here. Fact is, my entire journal since (I think) Freshman year of high school is here. My thoughts and ideas. Exactly the point of a Xanga - the person scribbled and inscribed in the layout and words and pictures they leave behind. I have a True Badge, too. But I suppose I have it for the old Xanga I used to know, before the celebrities and the ignorance the internet is so good at exposing in others was shown so blatantly. I couldn't part from this profile. It means too much.

I just answered this Featured Question; you can answer it too!

      Another thing that used to rile me but which I afterwards enjoyed was his complete indifference and, almost, disdain for my appearance. Never, either by word or look, was there a hint that he thought me pretty: on the contrary, he would make a wry face and laugh when people complimented me on my looks in front of him. He took a positive pleasure in picking out my defects and teasing me about them. The fashionable clothes in which Katya liked to dress me up and the way she did my hair for festive occasions only provoked his mockery, mortifying the kind-hearted Katya and at first disconcerting me. Katya, having made up her mind that he admired me, was quite unable to understand his not liking to see the woman he admired shown off to the best advantage. But I quickly came to see what was behind it. He wanted to be sure that I was devoid of vanity.[...]My hair, my hands, my face, my ways - whether good or bad, it seemed to me he had appraised them all at a glance and knew them so well that I could add nothing to them[...]. I felt that from whatever angle he saw me, whether sitting or standing, with my hair up or down, all of me was known to him and, I fancied, satisfied him. If, contrary to his practice, he had suddenly told me, as other people did, that I was beautiful, I believe I should have been anything but pleased. But, on the other hand, how happy and light-hearted I would feel when, after something I had said, he would gaze at me intently and say in a voice charged with emotion which he would try to hide with a humorous note:
      "Yes, oh yes, there is something about you. You're a fine girl, that I must admit."
-Happy Ever After, Leo Tolstoy, pages 25-26

I'll readily admit, for those that know me, opening as I just have is no surprise. I ought to probably note that there's more going on in that passage and I took what I needed and liked from it (though that often does happen when you take but a piece from a larger work). It's a disheartening piece, for they go from a practically idyllic love to something I would regard as settling; yet I know what Tolstoy meant to say with it. In any case, I suppose I ought to get to the point of this entry sometime soon...

We (myself, siblings, and mother) were sitting in the car before a doctor's appointment and the conversation came about to when my parents first dated. I believed this happened because it was prefaced by me and my brother noting she wasn't a virgin her wedding night (partly to point at the hypocrisy of her abstinence only stance - though, as most know, I'm very pro-abstinence while my brother is on the fence since last I talked to him - and also to bother her since we have no issue of talking about sex while, for her, it depends on her mood and situation; more than often, it's amusing uncomfortability). So, she notes that the first time she met my dad was at Market Fax (crudely referred to as Market Fags due to the amount of Queer people that often worked there); she, of course, doesn't bother to mention the FTM transsexual who happen to set them up together (honestly, for a straight couple, my parents had the gayest adolescence when they dated; I should have a post dedicated to when they went out sometime).

We ventured into what is essentially the same stories we've heard a million times before, though I enjoyed hearing them anyway. Stuff like the first time my dad tried to pick my mom up for a date and how she thought he had a cute butt when they worked at Market Fax. Of course, I can't help but note that the cute butt line comes at the expense of her now current (continual) detractions of his appearance now (as if he could magically hold back the pressings of time all on his own) or the detractions she levies towards my siblings and myself. However, I enjoy these stories because they give some color or background to these people who I've had to basically sever as well as I can from my life. Talking the past (i.e. before I was born) was always something rarely done so that I don't know much of my ancestors or my parents' life before hand. And, for someone who obsesses about the past and loves history as much as myself, this is a travesty. More so, though, I think I like to think there was a time when they were in love.

Of course, that sentence implies they aren't in love now. Which I think could be accurate enough of a statement. Or at least not a healthy love. Their communication is terrible. They constantly insult each other (and then wonder why the other ones gets pissed off). They're fantastically selfish (which is an obvious no-no in a relationship). And they aren't there for each other anymore. I mean, of course, I'm talking from an outside view; and while they've told me their own woes about the other from their very own mouths (and I stumbled across a few journal writings of my dad's on accident one time), for the most part I am speaking from an outside view. I readily admit this. Yet they don't even seem interested in each other. Being young and hopeful and, possibly, naïve, I have very idylic perfect ideas of love. Given that, I'm will to argue (from my very unexperienced viewpoint) that there is merit to them and no reason to believe they can't exist or happen. So I lament dearly at the fact my parents never seem to really talk beyond the day to day stuff. They own interactions are built on the jobs they have to do for the day. I rarely see them (even when they're unaware I'm viewing them) interact in a way outside of what chore needs to be done. Even their kiss when they see each other is done as if it's another thing in the schedule. And their laments never end....

And so I'm reminded of Junior year. I believe we were talking about the relationship I had at the time and we happen to come to trust. I'll admit, rather assuredly, I said that I'd trust Victoria (Mendez) with my life, to which my mother objects with the style of one sympathetically correcting one she knows to be inexperienced (I've said this story before, if it's sounding familiar). She then proceeds to tell me that she rarely trusts anyone. She specifically says she doesn't trust my sister to sleep over my uncle's house for fear he may touch her (out of the ordinary, that is to say). She even (I almost want to say boasts) didn't trust my father for the first few years after they were married (and she wonders why I object to dating a total of 2 years (or less) only before marrying). Now, I understand worrying about making poor choices on the behalf of others for fear of failing them. How do you possibly look at yourself again after essentially sending your daughter to rape (though I can't imagine distrusting my brother that badly; might say something about her childhood and their relationship)? 

But for myself? I've suffered too much to put myself through more. Yes, you might hurt yourself - you can hurt yourself in many ways. But to live a life of isolation such as hers? You never hurt but you can see what the results are - a marriage which is empty and soulless. I've only loved once but (all relationships included) I could tell you exactly what caught my eye about the girls worth remembering. And I'll admit, while not every person I've dated was exactly "utterly rapturing and fascinating" (or exactly worth remembering...), those of real worth not only are remembered but make a "physical" mark in my own development. As I've said somewhere on here before, a relationship should ideally (particularly if it doesn't succeed) create a far more strong bond between the two people and a deeper appreciation for each other (which I'm not properly describing right now, nor seem to be able to). And, no, that's not love. If my actual assumptions of love are correct, they're a shadow of what it is. But it is and should be related to it. You don't get even the slivers of love if you don't open yourself to it. And, yes, that means many possibilities of things which you probably don't want. But that's life. To be honest, I think there's only two people in this world I trust wholly and fully without a doubt (at this point in my life). But to shut the door with a, "Well, that's all that's probably possible in this lifetime," may be one of the biggest mistakes I could make.

Ay, what point was I making.... I guess I was just waxing over the idea of Love in general (though particularly in relation to my parents). Thinking about it now, there's probably too much (or a good deal I've said before) which I wouldn't even know how to get into from this frame point. Yeah, I think I've said my thoughts on love before rather well in the past, right?