You sit down to write, to write what's right, what's in your head... and you come up empty handed. So is there nothing up there, empty, barren... or is there so much up there you can't concentrate long enough to pick one out. I think it's this nihilistic attitude that creeps up on me, you open your eyes long enough and it's hard not to let it take you over. So many people doing some many bad things to so many innocent beings. We are truly the one creature on the planet that can destroy everything and the only thing that stops us is ourselves... but how long will the discipline last?