﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>youxlovexlindy's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from youxlovexlindy</description><language /><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy</link></image><item><title>Sunday, October 02, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/359285564/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/359285564/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Oct 2005 14:55:08 GMT</pubDate><description>this xanga is getting old and dying. but know that, i'm finally happy, and a little drug addicted at the same time. thus i realise that life is a very unhappy place. and it destroys me.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/359285564/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, September 09, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/344583142/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/344583142/item.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2005 22:06:48 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;god gave you style, and gave you grace&lt;BR&gt;and put a smile upon your face.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i love my 2 new best friends charlie and matt&amp;lt;3&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/344583142/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, August 30, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/337799492/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/337799492/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 18:26:01 GMT</pubDate><description>god, worst dream ever.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/337799492/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, August 27, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/335332041/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/335332041/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2005 00:53:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I have a secret Xanga.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I'll show you someday.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/335332041/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, August 23, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/333072961/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/333072961/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 17:42:47 GMT</pubDate><description>bones are sinking like stones. all that we fall for.&lt;BR&gt;homes, places we've grown. all of us are done for.&lt;BR&gt;and we live in a beautiful world, yeah we do, yeah we do.&lt;BR&gt;we live in a beautiful world..&lt;BR&gt;oh, and all that i know is there's nothing here to run from.&lt;BR&gt;'cause yeah, everybody here's got somebody to lean on.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/333072961/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, August 20, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/331108656/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/331108656/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 20:18:12 GMT</pubDate><description>kill me sarah, kill me again..with love.&lt;br&gt;its gonna be a glori-us day.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/331108656/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, August 14, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/326753582/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/326753582/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2005 16:24:22 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I'm not saying I'm omgzchristian all the time, but here's the thing that most nonbelievers don't realise. Religion is in all of us. My theory of religion is hard to explain because everyone knows it, but no one recognises it due to their delusions of what they want religion to be. However, in truth, we are all religion. I mean, what are we if not angels? What are we if not each other?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When you look back on the 1960s, for example, what comes to mind? Unity, brothers and sisters. Here in America, we were each other. We still are, of course. We are society and in turn, we are related in our own way. In the world, aren't we all parts of each other? Obviously! As the saying goes, we are only within six degrees of separation from each other. When you think of the billions of people in the world, six people doesn't seem like a lot anymore. That's the way the mind works. Proportion is everything, if that makes sense.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You and I will never make a difference to the world. But imagine the world without you. We think nothing of ourselves; we are worthless, nothing, selfless, and yet selfish. You are everything because it's your world! And in your world, you only know what you see and hear and taste and learn. In your world, millions of people have existed and will exist. You don't matter, yet you are the center. You'll never be special. This isn't a morbid idea. Don't worry, no one ever really is special. Yet you are love for everything. What an extraordinary concept, but it's real, and it's right there in front of you and all around you. Look forward, what do you see? Your life. Love. Because your life belongs to you, everyone within those six degrees believes in you, and that is everyone in the world. That is religion, and that is love. You are religion only. How you exist is religion, and the sad part is that you'll probably never understand it. If you didn't exist, neither would those six degrees. Your six degrees. Therefore, the world would not exist. So you appear not to matter, but in fact, nothing in your own world and religion would exist-without you.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's like this: In America, you will never be alone. However, sometimes, to be alone, to not be heard, is a good thing. If you scream loud enough, won't your neighbour come and check on you? But what if you didn't want them to hear you scream? What if you wanted it to be your own? You're never alone, yet you're alone from the moment you're born. There will always be billions of people sharing the Earth with you and I, some willing to help when you scream. But they only do so because your religion is of some use to them. There is no selfless good deed, there is no love, and yet, everyone is together, everyone is in love, part of one another, and embracing that fact.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The truth is, nothing is your own. You're never alone because of the religion in you. This religion is what everyone believes, and therefore everyone exists. When you die, your religion will never disappear. It lives in all of us, all six of your degrees. No matter if you believe that your energy is recycled or that you'll go to Heaven..or Hell, you never truly leave Earth once you've arrived. Because you are in all of us, we are each other, in some small way. You are everything. It's quite selfish, really. The fact that we are our own angels and saviours seems incredible, but it is in fact true, because there is no constant you can depend on in a world all your own.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When you think of religion, don't swear it all off, however. Those who practice aren't entirely wrong. You'd say I was crazy if I worshipped the silver sun, and yet, to some it seems more logical to worship a larger-than-life deity, yes? That's human nature, of course. It's been reoccurring for thousands and thousands of years. Love and religion are interrelated because love is worship here on Earth that people can feel and understand. It's said you can't touch love, because it is a feeling, but in fact, you can. Look around you, what do you see? Love is there because religion is there. It's everything. Love for another is simply the belief in that person's religion with a deeper respect for it than some. There is no point in life, therefore there is no point in death. So you'd die for anyone, but you would never live for someone. Love is where you forget that fact that is born into you, and live for someone or something's religion anyway. It lasts until you die and after that, until all six of your degrees leave no record of you to remember the legacy. &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/326753582/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, August 09, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/323300303/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/323300303/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 18:29:03 GMT</pubDate><description>Rob is switching to DP. Jkfugkfk. 
&lt;P&gt;Anyway, school started yesterday.&lt;BR&gt;Whatever.&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;edit: I'm starving myself. Great.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/323300303/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, August 07, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/321690980/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/321690980/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2005 15:10:51 GMT</pubDate><description>I've become nothing but a porn star to some people.</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/321690980/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, August 06, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/321129413/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/321129413/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2005 16:58:28 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;You’re the woman who made me a man.&lt;BR&gt;I was down, you taught me to stand..&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I was dead in the water.&lt;BR&gt;That left me dead in the water.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;You’re the woman who made me who I am. &lt;BR&gt;Everything I’ve got..I got it from you.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/youxlovexlindy/321129413/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>