Sanity (part 1)

A person can be sane.

A person can be insane.

Can a person be unsane? Or asane?

I think so.

Maybe

I could easily kill someone. I know it is not really that hard. Physically. Killing someone is no harder than sneezing, or wiping your bum.

Emotionally is where most people fall down. I'm not sure why. I've met Hunters. And Butchers. I've even eaten the meat that they have shot, cleaned, marinaded and cooked on the BBQ all with in a 24 hour period.

Humans are not really different from animals. If I can understad, and maybe even appreciate the above, maybe I am not the person in the wrong. Maybe.

Desire

I have a lot of desires. I will not apologize for that. Everyone has desires. Yours are no more important or meaningful that mine.

Allow me to be what I consider witty, or whimsical, or perhaps even ironic. Indulge me. Just for a moment. I indulge you your entire life.

My mother once bought me a double Bob Dylan album - Desire and Blood on the Tracks. To this day I have no idea why she did. Or what songs belong on what album. Yet I loved both those albums. They made me want to change the WORLD!

As you have probably noticed, I never did. I had/have the desire, and yet...

Person of Interest

I am curious as to what this term means. Obviously, I know that they are a suspect in a crime, but why is it that the police will not or cannot prosecute them? Especially if they are the only "person of interest" in a given case?

I can understand that sometimes the evidence is a little flimsy, or that correct procedures have not been followed (I have watched a movie or two).

But for a "Person of Interest" to wander around, or even be in gaol (jail to my American friends). It makes no sense. If anything it seems to mock Justice.

Death

My netbook died the other day. Not in a great explosion, or a shower of sparks, rather it just stopped working.

I mention this because I wanted to let you know I have not gone away, nor will I. This is merely a setback.