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Subject:	A few things
Time:	11:40 pm

Now, I'll be the first to admit that, before sitting down to write this, I've had a few joints. Enough to give me giggles. However, for the following piece of news, I think that a positive bonus.

I've had a fantasic idea for the film, 'Tez and I'. See, when I get asked to make a screenplay of my life (the way I inevitably will be) I will create 'Tez and I', a drug-fueled rampage across the North Wales coast in the attempt to create, 'perfect art' and insist it's a genuine representation of my life. The film will end, as, having discovered the perfect art, we erect a giant phallas on the end of Llandudno pier. It's going to be super-pimp.

Anyway, that wasn't what I came here to say. It was worth saying, but not why I started typing.

No, what I was going to say was this:

Life. I mean, we're built in with a certain way of seeing things. Us at the centre of this universe that at some point over which we have no control it all gets destoryed. And everything is over. So people ignore it, and then run around and panic. And they look for ways to make it okay.

But I've started looking at it a different way. It's a finite amount of time we've been alloted here, and it had a start and it has an end. I mean, it's like going to Chessington for a day. You get out the car, and you know that at the end of the day you're going to get into it. And that's fine, because that's the way things work, so you go around the park, enjoying yourself and not letting the thought of the day ending spoil it. I'm not talking about a significent day, just, you know, a normal day out. You look at life like that, and the whole picture makes a lot more sense. You've got from open to close to enjoy your day out. At some point, you've got to go home again. When you accept life as something finite rather than as this infinite expanse that's going to be crawly destroyed, then things become a lot easier.

Considering that, look at it like a meeting: you wouldn't arrange a meeting with all the department heads, all pile into the room and spend the next four hours agonising about what the meeting was about with intermitant periods of depression when you think about the unmoving knowledge that the meeting will, at some point, end. That'd be daft. You'd get everyone together, have an agenda, and work through the points. You'd know that the meeting was going to end so there's this pressure to get through all the vital stuff, but it wouldn't be this crushing weight which actually made doing anything on the agenda impossible. It would be a spur.

Now, I have my agenda of stuff I need to do. That's not what my list here is about. It's more like being in Chessington, and making a list of rides you wanted to go on before leaving. I mean, this world is a pretty amazing place. There is no alien world ever created by any human mind which rivals the complexity, changability, and varity of the Earth. I mean, from mountains to underwater trenches to deserts to everything else, there's just so much . . . wonder out there to be enjoyed. So much glamour, pouring out the Earth like great columns to some point beyound the stars and they're just there, sitting there, free and wanting to be drunk. So, this is kind of a wish list. An unrealistic wish list. My current plan is to turn my adventure into a television programme, and have some rich producer pay me for it. Anyways . . .

1) I want to go to those valleys you see in New Zealand, the ones which are thousands of miles deep, with the water falling down the sides and those so-green plants, and people sky jumping off the sides.
2) I want to go to both poles. Before they melt. I mean the top and bottom of the world, a landscape and environment so totally alien from the rest of the world, how can you not?
3) Everest. Top of the world. Has to be done.
4) The Equator. I'm not sure where yet. But it's a big line around the Earth, the only place where water goes straight down the plug hole, not spirally either way. It's another of those places where the Earth defines itself, just like the poles and Everest.
5) Space. I know it's not technically on Earth, but seriously. How can every single individual not have the burning desire to go into space? It's the only place in the universe which isn't Earth. You can go to as many wonders on Earth, but you're still always going to be on Earth. Space is . . . the only place which isn't Earth. Everywhere else is. How can people not want to go and travel that far away from home, from the place they've been locked in their whole lives?

Anyway, that's it for now. I may add to it later.

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