Family. The thing we care about most. Either that, or our friends. In any case, our family is still important to us, even if we detest them.

I went to a picnic yesterday, and I've noticed a family which only consisted of an elderly couple and seemingly, their grandson.

The grandson was about 6, if I'm not mistaken. His grandfather was playing with him, poking his belly, at which he retaliated by poking back. I didn't notice that I was staring until one of my friends prodded me on the shoulder and asked me what was wrong.

This event made me think about family, and our generations. As we all know, grandparents are the source of stories of the olden days, if not cranky remarks about their ageing.

Yes, we've heard it all, the "Back in my days, candy was a cent each," and so on. But think about it. Some day we will grow up to be parents (unless you don't get a child) and then grandparents (unless your children doesn't get any children).

So in those days, in our days of withered age, would we still tell adventurous stories as ours did? Will we go on and about our lives when we were their age? The answer would be no.

Think about it. What is there that would be story-worthy? What would we say? "Back in our days, we didn't know what was the function of the appendix,"? Would history change so much, that we would actually have a story that would actually mean something to our children and grandchildren? Would history be unchanged, that we would still be looking for life outside our planet or crack the code of functional biogenesis in say, twenty or thirty years from now?

There will be nothing that would mean anything to them anymore. There isn't anything that means anything to them NOW, children of the modern age couldn't care less about the olden days now, why should they be when technology would still be unchanged, and that nothing is particularly interesting to them, if life as we know it continue on it's cyclic qualities?

They say history repeats itself, but I beg to...

After being sick for a week, I've become what people call a 'docile person', which is to say, I don't talk much anymore.

Ofcourse, the main catalyst should be that I don't have anyone to talk to. But after countless nights without sleep, I thought alot about it. Maybe it was just because I HATED talking.

It might sound.. stupid or completely irrelevant, but some things are better to pondered deeply rather than dismissed without a second thought.

Think about it. What is speech? A way of limited communication among peers? A way to convey our feelings? Or a mechanism we use simply to use our language?

So I've wondered about it, thinking, "Hmm, maybe speech is irrelevant to a normal peer with an illness, to show how weak and how forlorn their sick life is," but then again, do we talk because we have to?, or do we talk because we want to? Is speech the core element in communication? Will we ever find a better medium to convey said communication? Phones, television, instant messanging. Electronic devices we use on a daily basis, all based on the idea of exchanging speech among peers.

So.. can we ever find a better medium? Or will we continue our bleak and dreary lives talking and talking to our last dying breath?

I may sound 'like a crazy person', as one might colourfully orate in these modern days. Maybe there are much more important subjects, like the state of our economy, or the controversy of the Apocalypse, or the unexplained phenomenon of the natural world, exampli gratia earthquake rainbows, or maybe even the modern day entertainment, motion pictures or animations from Japan, but come on, I'm ill, I lack human interaction. Normal problems bore me. Think about the abnormal problems. Think about what people won't think. Think about things that people have never even given a second chance. Things like how we live our lives in a cyclic and dull existance, how we continuously try to reach a goal which would only give us enough satisfaction to still continue our lives....