"There he goes, one of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die." (Hunter S. Thompson)

Exactly the thoughts that I had as I walked around campus one fine evening. Which prompted to my mind a question... What on Earth are people thinking? I'm sure you have thought the same on several occasions... Where do these "people" come from? Where do they go? What are they doing here? Perhaps an answer, much more sacred than secret, would suffice. But, more or less, the conclusion that I have made compounds to this... the populous is a babbling bunch of idiots... either that or robots. One or the other. Love, kisses... amen.