! Let's finish killing all these aliens so we can get back to killing each other.  It's abstract but it's a thought that would probably act itself out were we to be invaded by an extra-terrestrial race of beings.  I'm inspired by my frustration at the predicament overseas.. but when isn't there such a precarious position in which the world finds itself?  I wont ask the obvious why's or what good is it's. I'd much rather find comfort in slipping it under the rug.  On to more pressing matters i say..but what's more pressing?  Look inside yourself, for one.  That way, you won't see the bludgeoning coming.  Go peacefully, and with certain ignorance, my son.  All this talk of death..why so morbid today?  I don't really know, death is natural, and so is killing, not slaughter.  I can feel my skin crawling talking about external matters.  Through the pins&needles associated therewith, I can say that Feng Shui works for your mind, furniture in your appartment and even your desk at work, but the continents cannot be placed for convenience and tranquility--to name just a few.  I can put thoughts in the front, or back, or underneath my brain.  Those poor folks out in the middle of Hell can do no such thing but arrange their fallen rooves and bury their dead children--famine or rockets at fault, here.  This isn't an internal plea for the strength to find a way to help.  What will be will be, and I have my own life to worry about. Callous? never. But then again, I have a hard time winking on queue.