i look at the sky and sometimes i see nothing; it only reflects my mind. other times i look at the sky and all i see is the moon or the silhouette of the trees and the birds. and a few times in my life i have seen the _sky_ i have looked up and realized just what i am standing under, and the weight of the world bears down upon me as a i realize just what i am a part of...

we have faith because that is what enables us to live. if we looked at the world without faith, then all we would see would be the empty spaces between the atoms. we see the world as we think it should be.

because of that we see beauty in pain (better to contrast the pleasure), knowledge in boredom (for how else could one be bored, save from an understanding of the basic entropic processes that drive everything) and desire in anger (for is not anger simply a desire for something, even if it is destruction; merely an obsession...)

<karl looks serious for a minute>

through the looking glass. i wonder what it would be like to see the world the way it really was; heisenbergs uncertainty principle notwithstanding. i wonder if we would go mad from it. god does not play dice with the universe, but he plays a mean hand of poker.

<karl offers a wry grin>