The Reason Why I Blog (good luck trying to figure this one out):

Some crazy maniac is here, holding a gun to my head, forcing me to create a blog. So I write...

Actually, I'm just sitting here
In front of my computer
alone

(Unless, of course, you view this as figurative language (most of my stuff contains this; get used to it); you may then conclude that the gun is my motivation and I am the maniac forcing me to write (I tend to write for three reasons (besides the fact that I have to for assignments @ school): to make sense of what I feel ("Whatever you have in you has to come out" - Katherine Anne Porter) in a vivid way (solid analogies describe abstract ideas more clearly than abstract language (paraphrase of something Aldous Huxley said in some interview)), to entertain a reader (I like to be intense; I also enjoy exploiting the mess we call the English Language (aka wordplay)), and to help people understand life, God, and the terribly horrific mess that everyone calls "everything" (basically the whole "what is life; why are we here" question (ever wonder why the seraphs are so redundant when they call out to one another: "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is filled with his glory"? God doesn't need to hear it; everyone else does; everyone has their own, personal relationship with God (if you don't think that you do, then you just have a very, very poor relationship with your Creator), and when we learn about another's relationship with God, it provides us with a new perspective that we would never have had otherwise; we then grow deeper in own relationship with God (however, we can only grasp fragrants; we never comprehend the "Big Picture" (Henry Miller once said, "...Everything that we think, exists already, and we... make use of what is in the air.... Why do ideas, why do great scientific discoveries often occur in different parts of the world at the same time? I said that a writer was a man who had antennae; if he really knew what he was, he would be very humble. He would recognize himself as a man who possessed of a certain faculty which he was destined to use for the service of others. He has nothing to be proud of, his name means nothing, his ego is nil, he is only an instrument in a long procession...", but he only had a fragment of truth (the "air" is the air in which God's angels should be "winds" (see Hebrews 1:7) in the spiritual realm; and the "long procession" would be what Paul describes in Ephesians 2:19-22 (man, using these parentheses really is tough (now I have to count up how many are on the left so that I can have an equal number on the right...)))))))).

Congratulations if you've read all of that... even more if you understand half of it! For the rest of my entries, I will likely use a technique that we've learned in writer's craft: "Show. Don't tell." I'm breaking the rules for this one, so I'll tell you what it means: