[Pagafyr]

That I am going to fail.

[xxXEvandarXxx]

Fail what?

[calliton]

pagafyr, you make less sence each day... TEACH ME HOW

[Herculine]

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[Branimirzg]

[Pagafyr]

calliton, on Oct 27 2009, 08:06 PM, said:

pagafyr, you make less sence each day... TEACH ME HOW

Herculine, on Oct 27 2009, 08:06 PM, said:

More riddles...

To understand the riddle you must understand what is certain about life.

calliton, on Oct 27 2009, 07:30 PM, said:

your native american?
I have a little bit in me too, i think cherokee

i get it now though, congrats on the premium

I don't know for sure what nationality I am, but a speck from a map from DNA test told me I could be related to a tribe down in Florida who lived near to the upper part of west Florida along the Gulf of Mexico coast. The land mass that looks like part of the handle stretching west.

I think the DNA test could be a phony though, because I challenged the person who did it after I got the first test result, because I knew I did not have any of one culture for sure. Oddly enough the person sent me another read out which blotted their character on my mind. The "off nationality" was gone completely and I found myself wondering if yet another person in the folds of science was a fraud.

Although, I had been a Native American Enthusiast for many years before that.

In senselessness I wonder and in my mind I drift back to the first memory that could have caused me to think in senseless fashion.

My tiny body dressed in the full body Peter Pan pajama suit like the little boy in the original movie, sitting on a foot stool I lean on the ledge to look out the picture window of the little house and see the weather is bad. (Or so I am told, that it is bad.)
Snow is falling causing the black asphalt, the gray sidewalk, the green grass, and dark brown soil to have a slight crown of white. As I breath on the glass a fog appears. I stare at the strange blot on the glass. The person nearby that told me it was a good day to stay inside reaches out while the frosted spot's still there and with a finger writes a word inside the little fogged up space on the glass. Unfortunately at the time I was not able to read very well. As the frost faded from the glass I pondered the word as spot faded and the word began to disappear.
She saw the confusion on my face and smiled. "Watch!" she bent down in front of me and breath on the glass. "Now you can see it again anytime you want."
Naturally all these new events started my curiosity to become focused. I gave the weather outside a little more attention, but found seeking the word more entertaining. After breathing on the space and looking at the word over and over, I realized it was some kind of mystery. For what purpose it was I am not sure.
I tried to form a sensible question so I could get a sensible answer and after I tired of the fun I was having with the fog and the word, I found myself being lifted up and carried to a place I knew each day as, "bath time".

[dezdimona]

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To understand the riddle you must understand what is certain about life.

pain,suffering and death!

[Pagafyr]

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CM Herculine Does this mean I am forgiven for my blunders of word's which may have cut instead of smoothed?

dezdimona, on Oct 28 2009, 10:43 AM, said:

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To understand the riddle you must understand what is certain about life.

pain,suffering and death!

Correct! Although I am going to put up one hell of fight when Death stares in the face. Although I don't know why?

[calliton]

Pagafyr, on Oct 28 2009, 05:29 PM, said:

calliton, on Oct 27 2009, 08:06 PM, said:

pagafyr, you make less sence each day... TEACH ME HOW

Herculine, on Oct 27 2009, 08:06 PM, said:

More riddles...

To understand the riddle you must understand what is certain about life.

calliton, on Oct 27 2009, 07:30 PM, said:

your native american?
I have a little bit in me too, i think cherokee

i get it now though, congrats on the premium

I don't know for sure what nationality I am, but a speck from a map from DNA test told me I could be related to a tribe down in Florida who lived near to the upper part of west Florida along the Gulf of Mexico coast. The land mass that looks like part of the handle stretching west.

I think the DNA test could be a phony though, because I challenged the person who did it after I got the first test result, because I knew I did not have any of one culture for sure. Oddly enough the person sent me another read out which blotted their character on my mind. The "off nationality" was gone completely and I found myself wondering if yet another person in the folds of science was a fraud.

Although, I had been a Native American Enthusiast for many years before that.

In senselessness I wonder and in my mind I drift back to the first memory that could have caused me to think in senseless fashion.

My tiny body dressed in the full body Peter Pan pajama suit like the little boy in the original movie, sitting on a foot stool I lean on the ledge to look out the picture window of the little house and see the weather is bad. (Or so I am told, that it is bad.)
Snow is falling causing the black asphalt, the gray sidewalk, the green grass, and dark brown soil to have a slight crown of white. As I breath on the glass a fog appears. I stare at the strange blot on the glass. The person nearby that told me it was a good day to stay inside reaches out while the frosted spot's still there and with a finger writes a word inside the little fogged up space on the glass. Unfortunately at the time I was not able to read very well. As the frost faded from the glass I pondered the word as spot faded and the word began to disappear.
She saw the confusion on my face and smiled. "Watch!" she bent down in front of me and breath on the glass. "Now you can see it again anytime you want."
Naturally all these new events started my curiosity to become focused. I gave the weather outside a little more attention, but found seeking the word more entertaining. After breathing on the space and looking at the word over and over, I realized it was some kind of mystery. For what purpose it was I am not sure.
I tried to form a sensible question so I could get a sensible answer and after I tired of the fun I was having with the fog and the word, I found myself being lifted up and carried to a place I knew each day as, "bath time".

holy cow... you made sense!
LETS HAVE A PARTY@

[Herculine]

Pagafyr, on Oct 27 2009, 02:07 AM, said:

That I am going to fail.

If we're talking about fighting Death Himself here, unfortunately this is a struggle in which we will all eventually fail.