It's pulling.

It's pulling as much as it can. As much as you can feel, it feels for you. It's there, begging. Drooling to melody. Moaning for reason. Vibrating with nostalgia.

A youtube video Comment.

"Dna contains information, therefore to understand DNA and its origins 1 must apply information science to DNA. To fail to do so would be scientific suicide. 

There are 2 forms of information, shannon information and specified complex information. If the information in the cell was shannon information it would not need a cause other than random chance. 

However the information contained within DNA is specified complex which does need an intelligent cause for its existence. 

Shannon information would be like this, " jseniuehtpuetn".  It's a complex arrangement of characters, however those characters convey no meaning. 

Specified complex information would be like this reply, a highly improvable sequence of letters that also carry a meaning, there is a sender and a receiver, it is also acted upon. 

DNA is a code which is both understood and acted upon, it's specified because if the code was different many proteins needed for life shared by all species would not be made, therefore cell function could not be fulfilled. 

There are 0 examples of specified complex information arising by chance elsewhere, every time it is observed it can be traced back to a mind. This is why so many scientist who are even atheist, agnostics, different world religions are jumping onto the intelligent design wagon."

Let the warfare continue.

Beings

Can you imagine an infinite being, possessing one memory upon birth...?

The memory of living, and dying for Christ, in the life past.

Pheonix.

In our family, there's a cat named Phoenix. He's young and naive, and also the one who found us. Literally.
We were at my grandmother's birthday party, and just before we headed home, he walked up to us and demanded to be taken. He loved being held, and without a collar....

He loved it here. Very smart.

But then he ran away.

Its

Scary.

But not like fear. Like your stomach before a rollercoaster ride.

People are getting older and older..

As I grow in age, I'm realizing that age doesn't exist.
We label ourselves with the amount of years we've managed to stay alive, but really. What is age?
If you were on Pluto, your age wouldn't make much sense would it?
People there would call you bananas.

But I realized recently that I'm one of the older baristas at my job.

"How old are you, anyway?"
"Oh I'm 18."

"How old are you, dude?"
"Just turned 19, whuuuut"

"Are you 21 yet?"
"..... Do I look it?"

Seriously. I'm 22. Just yesterday guys.
Just yesterday I was sitting in a puddle of mud playing with my happy meal toy.
Now I'm contemplating the meaning of life. I'm noticing myself more and more discovering who I am.

I'm learning to love the life I live.

Take a ten.

A lighthearted break. A breath. A chance to take a sip or a bite. A phone call. A few text messages.
On occasion, an edited photo.
Sometimes, a wave of inspiration.
Rarely, a blog post.