The Game

I have come to believe that the lonely planet is probably the most apt way to describe what we go through in our lives.  The more we talk the more we tend to become the gregarious animal psychologists envisaged us to be.  Man the social animal, of course not taking away from the fact that women speak more than men probably do.  All this of course is conjecture, assuming that science and technology has always wanted talking and socialising easier for us.  Think of a world without cell phones and social networking sites and I shudder to feel the impact.  Most discoveries and inventions that benefit us have been under the assumption that this planet will get lonelier and lonelier.

Space is really the final frontier, I mean if I don't get my space then I don't want to live here.  There is really a natural progression to the way humans mature and life has progressed.  The search is on for other planets as all of us would like our space.  To breathe, to live, to emote and align ourselves with our true nature.  So what is my true nature, is it something I can only dream of, or something I can get on a lonelier planet ? Mars for instance would be an interesting case study, wish I could make it to the place today, see the martian way of life.

Speaking of martian, friend of mine just grew horns, and that too the green ones, thinks if we have to talk business it has to be based on how mature the green horn is, my point being how mature can a green horn be after all.  A green horn is a green horn is a green horn.  Of late, been getting a lot of likes on my posts from the younger generation, and though I d like to thank them for it, more interesting I have received requests to write on topics on as varied as, the language of life and destiny to the sexual encounters of the kinky variety.  I love the generation that has so much of variety and spice in its constituents.  Its just what we are today.
"Marry Me Martian, I am your breath of life."