Lindsay, if for some reason you check your diary before I find you call 5221108 im affraid of the unkown, the described farilure that people can turn into. nothing rains it all poors. feavers are spreading and everyone is contageous. bringing water from dirty streams and taking more then you can give. key chains dangle from my purse the double identity the troubled personality. people become slaves to there destruction. i only know of true enlightenment through the books i read. the earths path becomes dull, and over looking happens every second.