A jumble of words

The world seems to be a cold cold place where humanity only exists in spite of death and flowers blossom to piss off the depressed. Whether or not this is true can not be determined by one of human descent but only by one of a higher power. A higher power indeed is the direct meaning of all humanly accounts in life here on what our planets inhabitants call earth. I sit here now at my computer and glance at a screen that tells me it is 5:05 pm on a thursday after...