Oiiiiiiye!

I love yiddish accents.

Yet, no matter how hard i try, i cannot manage to impersonate it. Maybe that's why I love it?

Behind the comedic side of how silly it sounds to me, i think that i love it due to fear. That's right. Man has always tried to control everything, and if it can't it, as a race, has succesfully destroyed it, segregated it or put it down to an Omni-awesome super being.

Basically; Time is everflowing. We cannot destroy, stop or change moments. We can only create them. In fact, we may not even be able to create them; that's just me being romantic. You can't disprove that everything could well be set out before us. We could merely be marionettes, dancing for good ol' Father Time for kicks. Tesla referred to humans as 'meat machines'. Machines don't have souls. Our emotions are merely the sum of how our bodies react to our environment.
I found out the other day that if you cut off a starfish's fin, starfish grows a new fin whilst the fin grows another starfish. Which would get the soul? Would the soul divide into two parts and find the fin? If only one of the starfish got the soul, then what happens to the other starfish when it dies? I'm guessing it doesn't go to starfish heaven. I don't see the justice.
This doesn't leave much hope for me of what happens when we die. I really don't like atheism. But nothing else seems to add up, everything has these gaping holes which are patched up with this little thing religious people call 'Faith'. *Sigh*
What I think i was saying was that humans as a race are scared of things we can't control or destroy. I have a crap command of the yiddish accent and so i probably find myself strangely attracted to the bitterness i feel about not being able to control it.
I hope someone reading this understands what i'm on about, i'm not the best at putting my ideas into words.

I'm feeling deep now.
Space.

It's so vast. It makes me feel so lonely. The nearest star is a stupidly high number of light years away. Meaning that if it was possible and i tried to communicate with light, they wouldn't get my message in my lifetime. That's if there was any life surrounding that particular star. Also, what are the chances of any other lifeforms out there to have developed as far as us? On our planet, we are the only ones so far to of discover fire or electricity. Unless some outer space creature evolved with the ability to bend space then our chances are very slim of contacting other life.
I just know that there are so many beautiful thigns out there. Some so beautiful that my wasted mind wouldn't be able to comprehend it and i would vanish from existence. It tears me up knowing that i may not ever have the chance to experience these things. That maybe these things of such immense beauty are doomed to so much unjust loneliness, no one to admire them.

I think i should stop. It's my birthday as of 18 minutes ago, and i don't need this sense of meaningless and the depression induced by the tragedies which nothing may ever know about.

Peace out