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Random Thoughts For Today

What if life only truly exists between the electrical impulses which cause one's heart to beat?

Nothing smells better than a rare rainfall in the desert. Well, maybe orange blossoms...

My body has grown so accustomed to a low carbohydrate way of eating that now if I consume any carbs other than veggies and salad, I get headaches.

I love my kids with all my heart, and they crack me up on a daily basis. They also frustrate me daily too, but you take the good with the bad.

My dog Candy is extremely affectionate when she wants something. Typical.

I have at least ten books to read, and I've started each one. Perhaps multi-threading reading materials is not the best approach.

The woman of my dreams is out there somewhere I bet -- I can just hope that she feels the same way about me.

The world is heading rapidly towards something either really great or really crappy, but the result will be interesting nonetheless.

I have eaten more nuts, berries, and vegetables in the past month than I have in the past 5 years, and I feel great. (* and my coat has never been shinier)

I think ghosts are people in other parallel universes or dimensions that we can see when the fabric of space-time between planes becomes very thin.

Everyone and everything is energy, and I think that when we die our energy merely transforms into another state of being.

I find that while my core values and principles stay the same, my preferences and ideas and perceptions change over time with experience. Growth is a wonderful thing.

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