A Great Stolen line from a Movie.

I wake up in London, I wake up in Saudi Arabia, Pacific, Mountain, and Central time, lose a day, gain a day. This is my life, and it's ending one minute at a time. I wake up at Baghdad International. If you wake up at a different time and in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? The further I travel, the tinier my world becomes. You see, when you travel, everything is small, self-contained. You get single-serving sugar, single-serving cream, single pat of butter. Tiny blanket, disposable pillow. The people I meet on each flight -- they're single-serving friends. Between take-off and landing, we have our time together, but that's all we get. I wake up in Paris. I get out of my seat ...... As I squeeze past the person next to me, do I give them the ass or the crotch?

We are defined by the choices we make, the things we buy. You buy furniture. You tell yourself: "This is the last sofa I'll ever need. No matter what else happens, I've got the sofa issue handled." Then, the right set of dishes, the right dinette. This is how we fill up our lives. And what about all this designer stuff? Is it essential to our survival in the hunter/gather sense of the word?.....No..... We are consumers; we are by-products of the lifestyle of Obsession. Murder, Crime, Poverty these things dont concern us, what concerns people are celebrity magazines, satellite television with 500 channels, Starbucks, SUVs, Oprah, and some guy's name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Alcohol, Ecstasy, and Martha Stewart it's all taking us down man......I say never be content, I say stop being perfect, I say let's evolve,..... let the chips fall where they may. Maybe it''s just me and I could be wrong but its just stuff.....things, and things you own end up owning you. I feel sorry for all the guys packing into gyms, trying to look like what Calvin Klein and Tommy Hilfiger said they should. Self-improvement is masturbation. Today, right now, this is the greatest moment of your life and you're off somewhere, sitting on MySpace, missing it. Wake up! In order to succeed, first you have to know....Not Fear..... But know .....that someday you are going to die. Until you know that, you will be useless..... Because it's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

I myself have ceased to exist. The form you see before you is merely an after image of a memory long since gone. I live in a false reality made up of smoke and mirrors designed to hide the harshness of the world. I live in constant denial that someday I'll wake up and realize that this has all been a revelation..... or nightmare, or perhaps my name is Truman, and unbeknownst to me I live out my days in an episode of some sadistic reality based TV program. Where the audience, sitting at home in their lazy-boy recliners, dictate my daily activities via internet based web polls or 1-800 hotlines. Interactive TV. Too bored with their own lives, they live vicariously through my everyday pains, sorrows and struggles.