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If I was sure I knew what 'God' means and could decide which ones to pay attention to I'd call these sort of mind-spiralling-days a religious experience. As it is I'll put it down to a heady mix of science and story. It's one of those days, those feelings, when the whole world is so very alive and wonderous. When the leaves are all unfurling, little fur-edged moth-wings and delicate slivers of evening emerald and I think about the excitation band being just right for our sunlight and the marvels of ATP and the sheer improbability of it all renders everything breath-taking. There are crows and pidgeons swooping and circling and I think about

So I am slightly caffinated and may be a little sleep deprived. Such are my disclaimers- Anyway I was cooking and thinking about my DIY aspirin recipe when it occured that as a culture we have a rather narrow view of love and I think it's because we only have the one word for it. The word love, outside of any context, suggests either romantic or sexual love. This is rather limiting. It implies that for the most part love is something purely for two consenting adults and it gives (I think) this rather constricted image of what relationships should be, perhaps even a hierarchy of affection- The point of my musing is this- there are many kind

You know I didn't think it was possible to hate a damn book I haven't read this much but I am beginning to see the error of my ways. I have found a true and deep loathing for the Twilight series (being shoved in my face on this bloody site of all places) that I suspect will only be cured by either extreme Tarantino style violence or a sudden rearrangement of the universe that leaves me with a first class thesis written, an unflagging desire to write my stories, the knowledge of exactly what is the best way to tell their various stories, two kilos of chocolate and a rat room. And the rat room would have to contain at least three of the finest,