I am the Darkness, it Sleeps in your Mind, the Shadows that Haunt you at Night...

So I'm drunk. Do I care? No. Ha! For once, I don't care! Hahahaha!
Ahem...
Good evening/morning peoples, whenever you are, this is Mathew Davis reporting on some odd little subject that even he doesn't know what it really is.
Yes people...
This is random.
But is it?
How many of you think it is random of me to get drunk and rabble?
God knows you've seen me do it many times.
God knows I'm doing it again.
But really... Does God know what we think in our heads? I mean, they say he is all powerful, but didn't he create the fault that inevitably led Satan to fall from heaven?
Doesn't that mean that God himself has at least a minor fault, that is to overlook the power of Will?
So is he really all powerful?
Which leads back to my original question...
Does he know what we're thinking?
We're always told by our Christian families that God sees everything, but can he really see our thoughts?
The human mind is the most complex structure in the known universe (which comparitivly is relatively puny and insignificant... but we'll come to that)... So can God really know what we're thinking?
And on that other note I mentioned. If you take the human mind and compare it to the entire universe... Is it real;ly that special? I mean really. It may be infinately (spelling?) complex and highly evolved and all that rot, but geez, we only use like 10% of the thing.
Maybe we're the ones who need to evolve.
We have this amazing potential stored in our skulls, and we're only tapping into, on average, 10% of the full potential.
Geez people!
Develop!
Maybe there are some of us who think on a higher level. I'm not saying I'm one of them, I mean hell, I've had a whole glass of straight Bundaberg Rum, and you all know how much of a Cadbury I am...
But think.
If 10% of the world's population used more than 10% of their brains.
That's a lot of people who know a shitload about crap. Where the rest of the plebs are sitting there scratching their bums and wondering how the siun rises without strings attatched to it or some kind of miracle involved.
Imagine what we could do with 50% of our brains.
Do you think we would end up psychic?
What is the part of our brain that deals with communication became so highly attuned and exercised that we could communicate without words, without any sognals... With mere, pure thought?
Sure, this isn't an original thought, but it's a groovey new age one huh?
What if the part of our brain that deals with motor skills became so highly energised that we could project our will on other objects and cause them to move.
how awesome would that be?
Imagine.
A race of super intelligent humans.
Not mutants.
Not superheroes.
Just people that used more of their brains than the average human.
But isn't that what the X-Men thing was all about? the next level of evolution?
Maybe I'm just touching on a subject that people have been tossing around for years and years.
What if I'm actually resurfacing a subject that people had started to doubt?
Evolution takes ages and ages and ages...
When was the earliest human remain dated to?
Couldn't we have evolved since then?
Whos to say that me, sitting here, right now, will wake up tomorrow and discover that I can fly?
Or shoot lasers from my eyes?
Or control the weather?
Is fiction really fiction?
I read somewhere an interesting little thought.
It was in a story, a fictional work... But it made me wonder.
What if all the fiction writers are writing the truth?
And they write it for a purpose?
Now, these are the to possible purposes for writing a made-up story (in this context)...
1.    You are making the truth seem fictinal, thus making us believe that fairies and vampires (etc) are merely               projections of the imagination.
or
2.    You are preparing us for the truth of what is to come. That is... One day the 'other side' will cross over,              and we will all realise that vampires and fairies (etc) are real.

A wierd theory huh?
I like it.
Anyways...
My neck is killing me, and I'm going to go sleep before the alcohol wears off and I feel like shit again...
Love you all.
Sweet dreams!
Matty.
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