My new young downstairs neighbors have sex at least 6 times a day, and I swear I can hear them every single time. Not that I am being deliberately voyueristic, as in putting my head to the wall, that sort of thing. It just amuses me now. My walls are no thinner than they have ever been, but the consistant volume and timbre of this young woman I have not heard before. I can practically set my watch to it. Everything they do down their is loud. I can identify the movies they watch, the music they listen to, roughly how many people are over. And her moans each have a unique quality every time, each reflecting it's own specific act or technique perhaps? Anyway...

I've had a rough work week thus far, and I left work angry again. I have so much anger in me sometimes, I don't know where it comes from, but it frightens me. I sometimes wonder how many years I am ultimately losing off my life as a result of all of this anger.

So I am attempting to decompress a bit in Borders, but I can't bring myself to sit and read anything for very long because all I want to do is physically move. Finally I take a seat in the cafe. There is a self help book discarded by the window. A quick glance at the back page lays out at least six states of anxiety that i immediately relate to. So I flip the book open and the first word my eye fixes on is God. Why, God. Must every quest for greater mental well being be answered with the inevitable higher power?

I hear so many people speak of the devine. What is "Devine" and how do you define it? Is it an expression of a inernal spiritual awareness or just the same old God in a trendy new hat?