Ravings

        What is it with such empty things? Each little thing in the world is made up the same things, the same basic bits, then why do we forget these things in the search of the something we think might satisfy our greed but never does.When are we going to stop trying to sell and learn to give? I am mortal, and face the same challanges that everyone else but I must admit I hold nothing close and stand apart from most because I find the trivial matters they worry over most annoying. I enjoy argueing over some things, enjoy bantering over the meanings of tales, how things lead to others and so on, again I plead I am mortal, and again I plead I do not understand myself