topic of life

It was suggested that I write more... I think I write enough, I just don't share or show it to too many people.  I think my thoughts pour out as a matter of importance.  I only want to think about what is important, and therefor I only ever want to write about what I feel is important.  It is not that I feel the need to clarify my intent to write, but to present more of the problem of why I have a problem writing.  For instance, when I was going to college, I feel like I could have written forever about just about anything.  It could have been because I already had to write papers all the time on just about every subject that I could imagine, that it made it easier to draw on subject matter to write about.  Not to say that I don't have any interesting subject matter in my life to draw on.  I have a whole blog about coffee.  But merely that without a subject of interest like a particular book or topic I seem to be like a drone of a human being endlessly wandering in my own mind looking for a new form of entertainment or new person to laugh with.  Again, don't get me wrong.  One of the best things about my life right now is that just about every night I end up spending it with a group of people laughing, telling jokes, looking at life, deconstructing, and amusing ourselves with the small nothings that we are involved in.  I think that maybe it is not my business to mention people by name often, in any form of writing, and that it might lead me to not want to write about the specifics of my interactions with people but only vaguely.  I love my friends, and I love everything they do with a full accepting nature that I have come to embrace.  They are the most fantastic human beings I think I have ever met.

It is weird to think that I spent so much time out of state.  It also seems that being so far away from this place, Michigan, Home, was and is so foreign.  My past three years almost non-existent.  I have grown so much in that time that my head feels like it is going to explode with what I care for so much.  I have coffee labs every Wednesday, and employee labs every Sunday.  I teach people what I have learned.  I get people invested in what I love.  I bring them closer to myself.  It is eerie that I feel closer to so many people here than I have ever felt anywhere else I have ever been.  Ypsilanti has been the best most fulfilling experience to date in my short twenty-five years on this planet.

2010 is almost up, a new year is pounding at our door.  Everyday I read all the science headlines, and they seem to make more sense to me than the regular political news.  People make less and less sense to me culturally where as science and logic only get reinforced in my mind.  The more I learn about the universe and M-theory, the more I feel myself as actually being apart of something greater.  I do not mean like the human race great... but I mean like in a sense that the particles that make up my existence have essentially been recycled from the earliest moments of the universe and their current state is in the construction of thoughts, and the constitution of physical actions that represent my being.

Although not a necessity, I would like to know more about the universe before I die.  The answer to the question that everyone asks but no one knows...