Creation: The Rise & Fall - Part 5 of 5

So this is it. Chapter 5 and the Epilogue. I really have nothing to say since these last chapters are more straight forward and to the point. The poem is my way of ending this whole article on life expressing my emotions and bleeding my feelings through words. The epilogue plays straight to the truth of how and why I wrote this piece.

The thing that really gets me are the questions after. Like what the hell did I write? Will this be useful for anybody? Where do I go from here? These questions just make me think of the cycle of life, and then I just relax. I have no idea if I will write something like this again, but I am glad I did write something that makes me think about life and dig into philosophy at least once. My future articles will deal with fiction stories I have been working on and of course some of the daily activities in my life worth writing about.

Click here for part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5. Without further ado, here is Part 5. Please enjoy.

An inner piece about the inner place in space

By Shan Howerton

Chapter 5: Beyond (Poem)

Now even with the cycle there is more outside of thought, out of the box, around the corner and into the middle of nowhere. There is a place real words cannot touch, eyes cannot see and minds cannot think. But feelings and emotions can always sense it. We are prisoners to our thoughts and slaves to the process misplaced and butchered in a world of rules and plots.

We are nothing without our friends, family, lovers, and tots. We piece together the world as a unique marvel of glamour; an unimaginable spectacle full of pain, liberty, heaven, and hell. We never stop. This never stops. Nothing can and ever will stop. You think when you look in the mirror you see you, but really you are being looked at. You are being taunted and teased. The bullies from the past and the demons from the dark never leave. We are here to win. We are here to achieve. Our minds wander and our thoughts progress.

You wish to go above and beyond, to fly high above the sky. We want to see what is beyond us what is beyond space and time. We are not above ourselves we are no better then the rest. What we want is here it is inside our chest. We have love, friends, and family too. Just look deep inside. Look at the inner you. You are good, you are bad, and you are a weak little piece of shit. Oh how you wish you could be something, how you wish you could give a shit. This world is full of glamour and rules. We are just pieces of the puzzle, this part is true.

Oh how we wish we could go above and beyond this place to peace. But it is the pieces that fall and rise beyond our eyes that shade the darkness above our eyes and above our feet. If only we knew that to go beyond we must look inside.

· We must look deep.

Epilogue: The Fall

I started writing this a day after Christmas. I was about to watch a movie and had just finished talking to a good friend about the major outline that the words in this piece are about. I would like to end this fictional story and interpretation of life with a real story of my life:

I was sitting on a couch one night listening to classic rock and drinking fancy wine. Something I do not usually do. I was in a private lounge with a friend and his friends. I was dressed to impress and we were all gathered around a warm fire talking about work, life, and time. I stared at the women, the men, the walls, and most importantly the fire, like I do in most social situations. I gazed into my friend’s faces and listened to the laughter of the pretty women and heterosexual men. I stared at my shoes and looked at the wine in my glass. That was the night I drove home drunk and was sent to the drunk-tank in a city jail. In a matter of minutes I was a man with a DUI, guilt written on my face and the scent of booze lingering as my mind swirled and dreamed. That night in the jail, which coincidentally was the morning of Thanksgiving, a family friend working there was kind enough to let me sit in solitaire outside in the waiting chairs till my time was over. This was a moment to remember. I sat there contemplating through my past, present, and future. A fool stuck in time to ponder away my thoughts. I realized then life had so much to offer and the fragile existence that it gave me was not to be wasted, but to be an experience of something even grander.

This was the fall of my life and the addition of another part of the cycle. This fall only brought one smile from a very bright shining light with a smile of infinite morale.

· The stupidity of man is a piece of the puzzle and a part of us all.

· I am you and you are me.

· We are one. We are none.

Creation: The Rise & Fall

An inner piece about the inner place in space

By Shan Howerton

Creation: The Rise & Fall - Part 4 of 5

In chapter 4 I finally go into my philosophy of life. The cycle is just the way I see everything as we come into being and leave it. A continuous process of living and dying that never ends. After this chapter I end my article with a poem and an epilogue that goes into more of the background of what I was writing as well as a wrap up. I still try to keep the same concept of the cycle throughout each chapter, but it was about time I explained it fully.

I am sure most people could say the cycle is an obvious structure similar to evolution or karma. And it most definitely is. I am not trying to ask or define a new question about life. I am simply trying to explain life the way I see it. To give some kind of truth. An answer from at least one of the many ways people interpret life, death, and what happens after..

Click here for part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5. Without further ado, here is Part 4. Please enjoy.

An inner piece about the inner place in space

By Shan Howerton

Chapter 4: The Cycle

Like all things interpreted, we begin and end, well there is no end. Only the cycle. The cycle is a circle, a symbol of our lives and what drives our inner core. Nothing is wasted because nothing ever ended or began. A great question among all the other blatantly obtuse ones of morality is this, what is the cycle? This is a true question of pride and self-preservation, which only feeds the process, the cycle, even more. If the Spirit is one who comes from the Creator and then eventually goes to a heaven or hell. Then the Spirit is really just a chess piece moving from point A to point B. When the Spirit finally understands the radical thought in which we are sent to our world to interpret we go back to the Spirit as one. We do not die, but we are definitely not ourselves ever again. Our Spirit then makes that final choice of heaven or hell, up and down. Imagine our Spirit choosing a door and then opening a door to a bright light. It is then here that the Spirit realizes that the great bright light is the Creator and the whole process was to merely go back to creation and extend the light the Creator shines on anything and everything. It is where the Creator gets another unique and radical thought to create another Spirit. But not all is clear and true even in the Spirit world.

There are those who go to purgatory and 10% of themselves figure out their objective. But it is so grand and so amazing they have a choice to make. A dream inside a dream of a dream and you make a choice. Some of us have completed our journey but decide to stay. This frustrates our Spirits if not confuses them even more. Those that stay decide to live a life of immortality with the power and knowledge that is of those outside the box looking in. This movement is all because of the radical quest so intense for some of the 10%, it leaves another more select 10% inside the box of thought as an elite to rule a dead world, a dream world, but not without purpose. These top elite enslave the rest into an abnormal thought pattern using the very meaning and essence of the process to keep us asleep dreaming an unreal dream. All for power and still unknowingly pushing the cycle.

Can you see it? You have just figured out the meaning of life and this being the objective for yourself, your Spirit. You wake up in a room right outside a door. Everyone around is sleeping and you are standing awake looking at the door. You grab the handle and turn the knob. Your Spirit is on the other side clapping and shining happily for your arrival, for your completeness. But you stop. You let go of the knob and turn around. You decide to sit back down and go to sleep. You sleep awake looking out, but still looking in. This is all out of the fear of losing what you are... just a piece of the puzzle. Then your piece is added to the puzzle you are no longer a unique piece, but a single addition to one image, one-way.

Interesting. Out of fear of losing one self to your Spirit, the full you, you are possibly going to end everything else to preserve you only causing the original goal, change, and thus continuing the cycle anyway! No escape. Good, bad, sad, the cycle continues. This is not bad and this is not the end of the Spirits. Imagine now more and more Spirits are pulled into this immortal entrapment with their 10% selves stuck in the virtual world of the unreal. Now more and more Spirits join purgatory because less leave to be recreated and more are trapped. Does creation end? Well that is a silly thought because even in the act of self-preservation in an unreal world there is change. In preserving oneself there is life. There is creation. The cycle continues no matter what. All these Spirits become one and the purgatory now becomes brighter and brighter as the Spirit world becomes darker from the lack of light coming from the Creator. Then the smile from the Creator disappears. The purgatory now becomes brighter and brighter full of millions of Spirits in an infinite game of thought.

This becomes a new light to replace the Creator and a new Creator is born. This Creator shines a light into a new Spirit world and thus the Spirit world begins again. So even in the Spirit world even with the Creator everything cycles.

· Nothing begins and nothing ends.

· Everything cycles. Everything.

Preview Chapter 5: Beyond (Poem)

Now even with the cycle there is more outside of thought, out of the box, around the corner and into the middle of nowhere.

Creation: The Rise & Fall - Part 3 of 5

Now chapter 3 is really the cream and butter of my short article. I had been stressing from the beginning that this will sound like a religious piece of words and thoughts. This is because of the focus around Spirits and Creation. I am loosely a Buddhist. I like that religion and respect it. But I am not very religious. I just love too many things to ever focus my attention, authority, or even my soul to one thing in my life. The exception is the Creator. Which this chapter focuses on heavily.

I try to show more than explain what it is we really believe in no matter who we are. Obviously we can all agree humans were put on this 3rd rock for some reason. Everything has a reason, a purpose for being. And the Creator is it.

Click here for part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5. Without further ado, here is Part 3. Please enjoy.

An inner piece about the inner place in space

By Shan Howerton

Chapter 3: Creation

Oh how great and odd it is to talk about that which is and always will be. It is interesting the feelings some people get when thinking of a God. Religion, Dogma, and deep feelings of power come to mind usually. But these allusive elements of our life must be ignored. The Creator cares nothing for them and only for us. The Creator is us and we are the Creator. There is no sky separating the two, no dream. The only limit is the imagination that pushes us to think in ways that cloud us from the one true meaning. This meaning is Creation and it is here forever. Not simple at all, but a beginning in the right direction. It is very hard to understand something which should not be understood, but is just naturally there apart of us like our Spirits and souls.

Remember this phrase: I am you. You are me. We are one together. The Creator is good.

Creation like all things has a purpose, a process that cycles everything and anything that is. The Creator is the great light in the Spirit world shining over everything and smiling as our Spirits continue their thoughts as awake-dreams always moving and being shared amongst one another. The Creator is from which Spirits come from. The world and thoughts created after that are all from the Spirits. The Creator simply shines light among everyone and watches with a smile. Try to see the Creator as an infinite amount of Spirits thinking so many thoughts to oneself that the Creator lets some of these thoughts out as Spirits. These Spirits go into the Spirit world and continue these thoughts until they themselves get a unique thought that is different from their process. This thought pushes them into purgatory so they can understand this irrational thought. It is here we exist to interpret the thought. But the thoughts that become a Spirit in the first place are only irrational thoughts to grand and unknown to the Creator that they become independent and are let go as Spirits to figure it out themselves. This makes Spirits very similar and very different from the Creator.

· We are all a part of the cycle as one. Always.

Preview Chapter 4: The Cycle

Like all things interpreted, we begin and end, well there is no end. Only the cycle. The cycle is a circle, a symbol of our lives and what drives our inner core.

Creation: The Rise & Fall - Part 2 of 5

Now part 1 is out of the way which was really the longest part of my 5-piece article. The rest of the chapters especially chapter 2 go into more detail over the different pieces of life and I try to analyze the structure and process we live in today. These pieces are short, but not an easy read. I try to put as much thought and detail into what I write whenever possible.

When I said in part 1 that this is similar to a religious or radical like article I think you may know what I mean now. I try to guide the reader into a self-awareness state about the world they live in and the real truth behind the smoke screen.

Click here for part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5. Without further ado, here is Part 2. Please enjoy.

An inner piece about the inner place in space

By Shan Howerton

Chapter 2: The Spirit World

Now when and if we pass this test, the piece of us that is here gets sent back to our Spirit. We die, but please laugh at that word... death. It is a very silly thing. We started as one and will go back to one. When we pass, we go back to our Spirit and become the full us. We lose a piece of ourselves that is here now in this world, because just like downloading and uploading data some of the information gets lost. It always does to help continue the cycle, but it is not wasted, just moved. Back in our full selves in this purgatory we are in the Spirit world. This is a mystical place in which the great light of the Creator shines on each and every piece of it. But there is no size. The Spirit world is not shallow or even large. It just is. In this timeless and ageless Spirit world we are independent beings in a place that is like a dream in which you are awake. But a single dream is more powerful then you can ever imagine and our Spirits dream without time and without breaks. The world is constantly moving and changing to reflect the great cycle of life. These amazingly beautiful awake dreams are the single thoughts our Spirits start with before the radical thought comes into our world to push them to purgatory. These beings move to and from Spirits exchanging and evolving in their own way to a certain extent.

· The light of the Creator shines on everything here.

Preview Chapter 3: Creation

Oh how great and odd it is to talk about that which is and always will be. It is interesting the feelings some people get when thinking of a God. Religion, Dogma, and deep feelings of power come to mind usually.

Creation: The Rise & Fall - Part 1 of 5

I will be posting a 5-part series short article I wrote in December (08). This short article will include introductory comments like these each time. What I wrote is similar to those religious or anti-religious online articles done by Independent Researchers, Conspiracy Theorists, and Analysts. I like to think of it as one of those confusing pieces from Science Fiction books like 1984 or the TV show Fringe.

I was actually trying to sleep on my couch one day and something possessed me to write. I just kept writing about everything. I am being quite brief on what it is I wrote, but this is more of an informal comment without spoiling anything. If you have a good 5 or 10 minutes then I highly suggest you to take a break and read at least one of these chapters.

Click here for part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5. Without further ado, here is Part 1. Please enjoy.

An inner piece about the inner place in space

By Shan Howerton

· Life is a cycle. Those who do not see this are purely fulfilling one end of the motion.

· You cannot stop what is and you will never understand who or what you are. There is no possible way to truly understand life, as we know it, without looking outside the metaphorical box. It is possible, but only through a transition changing your form to an irrational state that is inconclusive to the thoughts and feelings associated with your prior state inside the box.

Prologue: The Rise

This piece started out as a stage in my life from several writings, speeches, and thoughts I have had over the years. At an early age in my life, I decided that in order to reach an inner self-enlightenment, I had to let go of this world... my life. I believe in what I talk about, but I do not think about it much. Words come to me as natural as the sun rises every morning. My only goal is to fulfill a wish to the inner enlightenment I feel so clearly, and if the chance is presented, to make something of myself. I hope you enjoy the pieces that you read. More importantly, I hope you develop your own understanding of inner self-enlightenment, and break away from the slavery of thoughts that are similar to everyone else.

· Come in peace. Come in pieces.

Chapter 1: No Beginnings

We are living in a very interesting time. We are not living a life for ourselves, a God, a dog, or even a loved one. Try to see life as a game that never ends and can never be comprehended. Our life is simply not interpreted by anyone. Even some of the greatest questions in life like, “who are we” and “what are we doing here,” cannot be answered... ever. This is because they are questions. Life’s purpose, as minuscule or vividly translucent as it may be, is still in no way extraordinary.

Try to think of life as women do when they bring children into this world. A new life emerging from your flesh and bones, a child that moves away from their parental grasp and lives a fulfilling life one can only hope is all they want and more. This is the test. This is life. We are this child. That fulfillment is the test. Our parents? That is us. Well not us, but the full us. If you can, imagine that humans use 10% of their brains. Those of us that are living are lives are the 10% and the other 90% is outside of that metaphorical box; looking in at us hoping for the best. The other us, the Spirit, is watching us and hoping we pass the test. However, there is no pass or fail. This is not the goal, because there are no goals, ‘goals’ is just a word. Even if we are here to pass a test, the real challenge is that we are only 10% of our true selves and we have no idea what the goal is. To make things even more challenging, this life we are living right now is most likely not the first life, but one of the hundreds or so that we are in, within the grand cycle of life and creation. This means more baggage for you and everyone else. That means the test is hard. But our Spirit can wait. Our time in the Spirit world, just like language, thought and even love, do not exist. Well not in the way we can imagine, 10% remember? Things like love do exist. But they are all emotions and feelings driving the ever-constant cycle, the full all-powerful force from which we came: Creation. Our Creator is the all shining and fulfilling light. If true love ever exists, it would come from the Creator. Before we get into the Creator, let us dissect this more. As a reference point, try to imagine a Spirit like an animal. Think of any animal: a shark, dog, zebra, or even a cat. This Spirit, just like animals, reacts to feelings and emotions more than anything. There is thought, but in a different form. There is time, but more biological and naturally instinctive than anyway you have experienced before.

Now, this test we are on is for our Spirit. We were sent here by ourselves to learn something. The mysterious objective is unknown even to our Spirit, who doesn’t know we need to escape this cycle and move on to the next one with our Spirit in the Spirit world. In the Spirit world, Spirits hit an irrational point in their infinite lives that is like an irrational thought going against their very foundation. The only thing they can do is understand it. So just like clockwork, they stop their existence and move into a purgatory like world where there is a heaven and a hell they can evolve to if they can understand this radical thought. But think of this heaven and hell not as an up or down, but merely left or right, stop or go - a choice in our Spirits evolution and nothing more.

So once our Spirit hits this high point, they move inside the Spirit world to the only other place to go, purgatory. It is here that they plug themselves in like a video game, as was seen in the movie The Matrix, and play us for as many lives as it takes. They have a chance to learn and evolve, because they choose this life, our life. Unlike us, who really have no choice in the matter, but we are not slaves. If anything, we are slaves to thought. To sit and wonder if we will ever go anywhere or do anything, when in fact the cycle is always moving (another silly thought wasted as we move without moving). You cannot stop yourself. You do not begin. You do not even end. You just are and you always will be. We were sent here and we are born not knowing anything of our past and not even believing in it. We start with one motion only. This motion is process. The one basic instinct and emotion that is apart of our Spirit, Creator, and cycle of life as we know it. To the very core there is no way 10% of us or even 2% could forget this feeling, this process... survival. But in our animalistic 10% ways we interpret this in many obscure forms.

We take this process and become: killers, rapists, lovers, Gods, nerds, geeks, lesbians, teachers, and doctors. We get so side tracked by our minimalistic life that it takes a good million years or so till we get back on track and fulfill the hidden objective that our Spirit sent us here for. We try so hard to become something else, that at the very end of another life we are still scared to move on (basically to just move from our lives and accept death). Death as a form of life, since we do not really die, we just change. But change is scary. Change is radical and change is the very thing our Spirit created and sent us here for. We are here to get past our fears and change. Change so we, our Spirit, can evolve and move into the next stage in life as the 100% you.

· · This is the test. There is no beginning and there is no end.

Preview Chapter 2: The Spirit World

Now when and if we pass this test, the piece of us that is here gets sent back to our Spirit. We die, but please laugh at that word... death.

A Little Visit to Utah

Thank You Google. For all the free pictures

Yay! Today is V-day and I am back in good old California. Back from my trip to Provo, Utah visiting a few friends. For those that do not know Salt Lake City and Provo are predominately Caucasian and Mormon territory. My friends being these two fit right in. I was invited to go see my friends up at BYU back in January and thought of going to evade my failed attempts of getting a job and trying stand-up comedy.

Now me being half black & white technically an Egyptian, Jewish, Irish, Native American with an Afro. I stood out. But BYU (Where I mainly was) is also known as the friendliest college campus in America so it did not matter much. It just meant more hello's for me. As you can see with the random google picture of Provo to the left everyone is happy and white. They are probably just happy to be white.

I was in and out of Utah fairly quickly, but I hope I can recall my whole adventure. I took pictures, but not enough. I think I need to buy my own camera one of these days that is easy to pick up and also store.

• The Flight

So as a poor, hungry, and sex deprived college student I flew to Salt Lake City with the finest yet cheapest airlines I could manage. US Airways and Delta were for me. Very cheap service, but who cares? A flight is a flight. I usually pass out half the time I fly anyways. This was my 3rd or 4th time flying (First time solo) and I was really not into it. I mean I liked gazing outside the window and even attempting to get past security with no license was fun, but my focus was else where. I mainly zoned out all 7-10 hours it took to get me there (Long delays).

• Arrival

I arrived late at night in Salt Lake City or the holy land as I like to call it (Well the Mormons do). I was really tired and it was pretty cold. My old high school friend, Kim, picked me up with her boyfriend Jason. It was an hour drive to Provo so we mainly caught up with casual chit chat. I was also pretty tired so half the things they said to me I muttered back with unreasonable answers and random stories. It worked out. Especially with their low toned and polite voices it was hard to tell if I was insulting them or entertaining them. Neither would have surprised me.

• The Dorm

Kim dropped me off at my friends Jon and Dustan's dorm which also included a variety of roommates (4 others, but I still saw more come and go).

Dustan was the one showing me around

My room, well the couch

The view outside

The first night was not too shabby. Everyone in the dorm was watching The Dark Knight. A movie I previously rated as one of the best in my January blog. I was mainly planning out the rest of the week's activities with Dustan. We planned to Ski ASAP and also visit them in class. Just like old times. Both sounded like fun. I was really jet-lagged so I passed out at my normal time (4am, I think).

• Skiing at Sundance

So the very next day me and Dustan headed up to the local Ski resort, Sundance! It was an amazing place full of tall mountains, fresh powder, and amazing trails. I skied naturally and Dustan snowboarded. I tried snowboarding once that day which was a great mistake (I would rather forget that moment in time). We mainly went down blues, but I think I killed myself down a few black diamonds. Dustan was amazing and I struggled a bit back and forth down the mountain. I managed. I really love skiing and I started taking more control of turning especially with the poles. This was my 5th time and I think I am good enough to say I am an intermediate skier. Still slow down the mountain, but slow and steady. I am just cautious. I am not the best on the lift though. I knocked Dustan off a lift by accident probably because I was just not paying attention. I think I just sat too close to him. I was showing love in a dangerous way. But it was in the beginning of the lift so he slipped off more like the first death in Jurassic Park (That made it seem worse).

Anyways here are some pictures of that day:

As you can probably tell from the pictures we spent more time on the lifts. Although it is a nice cool down I wish I could just teleport to the top. That would be amazing. Anyways it was a great day to bond with Dustan who I have had some rough times in the past with. But I have been friends with him for a great length of time now and he was really the first high school friend I made and kept hanging out with. He is even getting hitched soon. I am proud to say good luck to him. Good luck Dustan. Or maybe I need some luck. Meh, whatever.

• The Rest of the Trip

So after the whole arrival and ski adventure the rest of the trip was pretty tame. I went to class with my friends, but I was so sore and tired from skiing to really participate. I slept in Jon's astronomy class and sang a song in Kim's chasity class. Well I took some notes, but it was to no avail. My thoughts were between skiing and eating. I even went to a few dance classes, but I really, really am not a dancer. I like dancing with friends with good music, but that is it. On my last day I also went to the Salt Lake City temple and checked out a couple tourist attractions. But I almost missed my flight because of it. But it was worth it to see the hot Sister missionaries (Yes, I am going to Hell) and the pimp artwork of Jesus and friends kicking some Ass.

• The Nightmare
  

The day after skiing and between classes I chilled at Kim's house after going to her chasity (Marriage and Family) class. It was nice to see her friends, roommates, and even her place, but I was way tired. I passed out uncomfortably on yet another couch (I will die on a couch one day) as Jon came over to do some homework while Kim did what she does best. I did not have a punchline for that last sentence. Anyways as I slept I had a very weird dream.

A nightmare.

I was with Kim on a bright sunny day at a festival near a forest. We were walking around checking out the artwork of nature. Kind of like checking out the art of clouds. Every once in a while I kneeled down to check out a tree or a cool thing-a-jig in the forest that looked interesting. Each time I would pull Kim down with me (On accident) to whisper something private about the art in her ear. She would smile and this went on for a while (Except we were not just whispering, cough). Inbetween all this her boyfriend who was Zac Efron for some reason would get in the way and try to break us up. Although we were just being harmless friends trying to enjoy the art in my whacky dream.

Eventually I got pushed out by Zac (Singled out is more like it) and my friend Jon told me to run before I got hurt. I did and immediatley fell into a moving train. Kind of like the BART. On the train I went from cabin to cabin (Train sections) trying to get away from the danger behind me (Kim's boyfriend or something worse?). I stopped at the final cabin full of weird FBI looking people in the dark. They were all looking out a single window with a camera and other high tech gear focused on the events outside (I was not looking out the window yet). I looked across this cabin to see the Operator driving the BART but instead saw a demon looking thing in the reflection of the door. I consciously knew I was now in a nightmare. Just great. As I stared at the demon I felt like I was sucked in for a second towards it and slowly I looked away. The next instance another human was teleported to a seat near the window but also transfixed on what was going on outside. Feeling stuck I sat down near him avoiding the demon and looked outside. I saw a dark city moving past me quickly. I did not know at first what it was, but I knew it was familiar. A tall city like bulding came by us and I looked into it to see the filming of a Snuff or porn like film (This was a nightmare after all). I will not go into details of what I saw, but at the end of the dream everyone was staring at me and I felt my body go into a sudden panic. I woke up to my phone vibrating. My dad called me about my court case next week. He saved me.

I am not sure exactly why I dreamed this, but I do know for sure it was relevant and that the city I saw was Korea. South Korea to be exact. My future or maybe another metaphor? Who knows. If anything I was disappointed to know I am still having nightmares. Especially at BYU of all places and next to my two friends with pure hearts.

Maybe I really am going to Hell.

• Bonus Pictures

I should write more and finish this story off in a proper sequential order, but I am still jet-lagged from coming back home, a little lazy, and this is Valentines day. I remember a V-day back in high school I was crying because I did not have a Valentine and I was trying so hard to get one. Man oh man. Reminds me of the several talks or three I have had with some good friends over my love life.

What love life you ask? None. Natta. I gave up on that stuff.

But I am not here to drown my sorrows on a beautiful and lonely night. So here are some final pictures of my trip with captions for my fans, if you read this far. By fans I mean my friends and curious onlookers.

Jon acting like a playa in his suit.

Me and Jon pimping it out.

Say cheese Dusty.

Another Jon at the dorm.

The two lovebirds, Dust and Janessa.

What was this guys name again?

The Lovebirds again

They do a little reinactmeant

Um, this was an ancient city in...I forget.

Cool man. Probably a Jesus sculputre in one of the sections of the Mormon temple tour.

The temple

All of us on the tour

All of us 2

Me and Jon in full shadow next to the temple

The temple lit up.

Dustan messed with my fro.

Sick artwork.

The conference hall thing, place.

Not bad, a tree.

Janessa, ahhh.

Hey Jesus, cool artwork.

Dustan unfocused. Does this mean he will die?

OK that is plenty. Kudos to everyone with a Valentine this day. Take it easy.

- Peace