Last one to post here wins

Wallace614 it's just something I do ;) and I mean hey take a look around. Do you see him? (in general) EVERYBODY STOP SCREWING WITH HIME! SHE HAS BEAUTIFULLY BLUE EYES! (as a friend) Hime- They lighten and darken? That's cool. Yay! Trample Jiko (no offense Jiko) and aww yes you've become more of a nightowl than I am :( Oh and going back to your previous post, and yet you still stay with us.

Well I am back for a few days. Had to fight myself and then go into this weird dream like state for awhile.... Now that the narration is over lets question the very reason of why we attend this thread. Surely there must be a reason if it is to garner this much attention. Must we fall into the ever reaching pits of refreshing the page just to make sure we get the last post. Or shall we sit on the computer for hours on end to monitor the thread just in case we miss a notification. A little view if you will a clarity to the moment of my own sanity from ending my narrative struggle... We type and we write on the computer at night. We leave forums and threads with comments packed tight. Tick Tock goes the clock As people type amok A question arises.. when will it stop

A question that need not be asked nor answered. For this too is absurd. Worry not of what fate may entail. In the end all that arise so soon shall also fail. So, slumber. Worry not for whence comes asunder.

I can take a guess why. Also yaasshat well said. But what is fate if not random chance based on what we know, and what is random chance if not variables that combine together to create said outcome.

All good rhymes here. Chance is but randomness and randomness is just the whimsy of possible outcomes that come from nothingness. For every breath we take, for every thought we make, for every thing we do or don't do by every second we live, things are forever changed and we will never truly know the untold number of possible outcomes that could have happened. When we are born we are innocent, pure, clean. As we grow older we slowly lose our innocence bit by bit. Does that mean we grow dirty little by little?