Are we biology or God or something higher? I know my heart beats and I listen to it. The beat is biology, but what is the song?

But love is different for every person. For some it's hate, for some it's joy, for some it's fear, for some it's jealousy, for some it's torture, for some it's peace. For some it's everything.

There are never words for the strongest of our feelings. There is just the pain that we cannot share. Pain we must all feel alone.

I think men who can cry are strong men

I have lived alone, I have fought alone, I have dealt with the pain alone. I will die alone. I think when I'm going to leave. I don’t want to be seen and I don’t want to be followed , I want to disappear quickly and quietly and without any drama , I want as much time in the darkness as I can possibly have . The darkness provides cover, the darkness provides places to hide and the darkness provides comfort.

On my first day in jail, a three hundred pound man named Porterhouse hit me in the back of the head with a metal tray. I was standing in line for lunch and I didn't see it coming. I went down. When I got up, I turned around and started throwing punches." (James Frey, pg.1)

I hadn't learned yet that everybody's locked up some way or other. That's how life is we're all imprisoned by something.