I'm not sure where this will eventually lead us but I feel compelled to write in my current state. It's 1:17 AM in Hollywood and raining. I'm lying on an inflatable air mattress in my friends house. It was a full day, complete with a decent brunch, new and exciting encounters, soaring dreams and cool, polished surfaces of unbending, unyielding truth. Forgive me, but I just entertained a thought that amused me, perhaps it will entertain you as well. Picture a gigantic bowling ball, slowly rolling down a hardwood surface. It's momentum is so minute that it barely seems to be moving. But yet it is in constant motion, eternally inching forward on it's projected path. Now picture a million ants going about their insect existence. Generations of ants live, feed, kill, gather, drink, and die every minute. This ant colony can evolve, go extinct, expand, find a cure for AIDS but eventually and inevitably all will be leveled by the titanic mass of the bowling ball.
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