31 October 2003 2:40 AM

There are no ends, no beginnings, just stages, rebirths if you will, we are all fruit from the same tree, and yet people are so quick to attack those who may look a little different to them. Yet aren’t we all human beings, and yet we categorise each other for based upon such small differences which float on the winds, and across the rivers of our own bodies, descendents of animals, life and energy, were all the same, we have come only from what has been before us, something cant arise from nothing, and something can never disappear into nothing, things may die and things may be born, but its just another transformation, my body is but a machine, it needs rest, fuel, and produces waste, just like any other machine, yet like an inanimate object we have an energy inside, which is instilled upon all, which is what keeps the ball rolling through out the universe, which connects us all