I don't know if life is meaningless... I doubt it.

I can't help but perceive meaning in its complex interconnections and weaving. True meaning. A repeating motif, a magic that gives life substance..

Nothing else rings with the bell truth and passion like a synchronous event which is perceived as meant for me and me only. This is I would call 'Magic'.

Magic manifests to those most willing to perceive it, I am sure.

It is made equally manifest in others, but misperceived or ignored so it is as if it never was.

Magic I believe, is the ability of consciousness to create complex patterns and personal meanings from random information and events. Magic is how life evolves, how music is formed, how everything we perceive came to be. We put it together in our mind and perceive its meaning in relation to us.

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It seems like when great gains come, great losses are just around the corner. You meet a girl, and a week later your car gets wrecked in an accident.. Of course it can happen in inverse, or together, then you're in Murphy's territory (and wasn't he an optimist?).

When you think you've got it solved, a spanner is thrown in the works, we can't see it, but of course we beg for it, otherwise what would make us wake up the next morning? There is no joy in contentment.

If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.

This relates to me because my new life in Melbourne is perfect.. but two days ago..

My laptop got stolen in a robbery, and all my information, with my hard drive, is gone. I've been working on getting that laptop up to speed non stop for two weeks. The day I fixed it, is the day it gets stolen.

But look, I have money, my soul isn't crushed, I'm somewhere I love with people I enjoy and find stimulating. Maybe I shouldn't have focused so much on that damn laptop anyway. Of course I need to justify this to myself (ITS AN INHERENT HUMAN NEED AND THOSE BEST AT IT ARE LEADERS OR SOCIOPATHS. OR BOTH) to make it work. But it works. As "Bob" Sex: "Pull the Wool over YOUR OWN eyes!" and I have. I've grieved, mourned, now I'm back.

It's much easier to get over a stolen laptop than a stolen girlfriend!

Luckily i backed up a lot of photos, which are really the most important thing.

HOWEVER. Praise BOB. I quit my job, and slacked off! By quitting my job and slacking off, my old work paid me a large payout, which means I ave been able to buy a NEW laptop (a shiny shiny MAC) and have enough left over to live well for a few months!

All it took was some Slack, some risk, some bold..