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Reflecting upon the recent five month long hiatus from the blog, I am utterly surprised at the various places my pseudopods have poked at! I have been a million different people in the last five months, and every new person has been just as real as the one before and the one after!

The degree of reality of the world within and without me has always been my favorite to ponder upon. Without, the most real I have felt has been in wrath and anger - for, in hatred there's always honesty! Within, there has been none - for everthing has been so transient, and most of what I have felt, I haven't at all beyond a moment.

Even so, there has been an unrelenting, indescribable torrent within me. I wouldn't call it a temperament, or a trait, or anger, or benevolence, or passion... those are big words, and too murky! Perhaps it is a tinted canvas upon which everything else resides, and merges in its hue. Perhaps that is true for all of us... we are all made up of a plain canvases, with a tint of ourselves - each unique. But the canvas is barren, and painted one by one with things universal - aspirations, beliefs, emotions; each one exactly like the other. The difference then lies in the shade of the canvas, not what it is filled with. And how i see your canvas, full with its sceneries, is tainted too by the hues of mine!

Thus I ask, what is real? The canvas, after all, is empty!