I cannot recal what started it all, how did i get in here?

The conciousness of my percieved reality is something that always perpetrates my regular fantasies (bring on those stinging nettles! oh dear) rather like someone who breaks into your home and leaves you a message in alphabetical fridge magnets. It is through these personal messages that i feel i can become more comfortable with my own exisence. As i have said prior to this that i do not belive in a diety or the flow of 'cosmic energy  waves' (see scientology) controlling everything in the universe including what breakfast cerial i happen to eat for my tea instead of breakfast (Dorset museley incase you were wondering), i cannot accept that 'it' works that way, what i am beginning to realise however, is not only to trust my instincts but also to be very very wary that there is such a thing as denial, 'it wont happen to me' is fine but when it happens you feel shocked. What i am trying to say is that i have prhaps discovered the meaning of life. There is no answer to the great question (unless its museley) because mankind composed it. Life to me is as it happens and as the decisions i make. I admire people who can live their lives from a book, it is good that they have such fierce faith in something. But what about themselves? I have always felt that they see an afterlife as a cushion, to avoid the realisation of the dreaded abyss.

My realatives can forward my post to the abyss.

(Taken 2006 in Greece)

You only live once.