a punch up at a wedding.

They tell me that it snowed late on Friday night. I didn't see it. As far as I'm concerned, it never happened. When something rare occurs, humanity reaches its most devastating extreme: obsession. Obsession, friends, comes in many forms. Sometimes it comes as overbearing love. Othertimes it comes as hatred. The mode by which it manifests itself is irrelevant, though. What's important to understand is that when the brain doesn't comprehend it, it must use a superficial symbol that it can better understand. I have convinced myself (and been mandated 'delusional' by my psychologist for it) that everything around me is nothing more than an emblem used to put a cap on "infinity." These words that you are reading are entirely infinite but because the brain isn't capable of discerning thoughts on that level (at least, while conscious) we must give meaning and create human-made representations in order to understand what's there. This in mind, the word (and all of its products) are infinitely powerful and meaningful, you just don't understand them. I feel as if I have gone off on a tangent. What was I saying? Oh, yes. Obsession is what we don't understand and the way it manifests itself reflects what we understand the best. Fear or hatred? E pluribus duo. Yes, fear and hatred are both very human emotions. It's arguable that no other species even experiences them. They act on impulse, we act on desire. They act on extreme logic, we act on moderate illogic. Corner and kill, corner and kill. Well, what? What now, humans? Corner and what? Kill? I don't think so. Some might argue that animal altruism disproves this theory. Those people are fools. Altruism among animals is completely and totally random. There are many more factors that must be taken into account when studying the behavior of something as complex as the encephalon. The rate at which random events occur is one of those things. So, consider it. Bitch. That being said, there's only one question that I have to ask you: "Doesn't it snow every night?"

This seems like rambling. ;/ Not necessarily bad, but I can't put my finger on any specific point being made. I'm not even sure if it is poetry, although it doesn't seem to qualify for anything more specific. Just a gush of thought.

And yes, it does snow every night. :)