And my point is...?

I've had this account forever and a day. (Not really. You will learn I tend to exaggerate for effect)

This is my first real post. (Again, a slight untruth. My first real post was a tester that was and should be ignored by many)

I have a MySpace page. I loved my page. It was the perfect place to post all my weirdness in one place, picture spam my friends's comment spaces, and write lovingly cultured pieces of navel-gazing mental masturbation. Then I got over it. Not the mental masturbatory essence of it all, that I still love. It's not like I think I'm freaking Emerson or Montaigne. I mean, no one is Montaigne. That man is proof positive (to me, at least) that God exists.

My List of reasons why I know there is a divine element in the universe:

1. Butterflies
2. Tulips
3. the perfect interrelationship of all beings in an undisturbed ecosystem
4. the essays of Montaigne
5. Virginia Woolf's essay about Montaigne's essays

To me, there need be no other explanation. Though I'm sure I'll find some reason to get into that one of these days.