I think it is proper to point out that on december 30, 2006, I witnessed a step in a new direction of world history, execution of Saddam Hussein. There are infinitly many possibilities where this would lead, but a certain truth is certain. War is inevitable. I stare, along with the world, into a barrel of a smoking gun. When it will go off? I don't know, but I'm certain that my life would never be the same. Neither will it be the same for billions of others. God have mercy on us all.
Few days later...
The more they try to be American, the farther they are from the truth.
And now for the meat. No, my mind and my body will never reunite. Why? Because my head is in the past while my body is in perpetual motion of forward. Time doesn't end, doesn't stop, and won't wait for my mind to catch up. I ask only to give me few days to catch a breath and think. You know, thinking is becoming a luxury. I have no fear, but a faint feeling of melancholy that I hope won't grow into a full blown whimpering depression which I experienced last time I was hit to taste the ground. Let me tell you, it doesn't taste pleasent. Not in the least bit. On the positive side, I bought enough CD's to last my reward-for-good-behaviour system will work for yet another year. Hurray, comrades! Hurray!