There is no such thing as a fact, all there is is belief and beauty. Some people will say there is a God, however this is not a fact, this is a belief.On the other hand other people will say that there is no God, this too is not a fact, merely a belief.

I look upon the world spinning in my head and I realise that it dosen't matter to me how I got here, what matters more to me is that I truly understand how lucky I am, how lucky everyone is.Surely if the belief that there is or was a God is true, understanding this would be more important to the God than an actual belief in him. Because if God exists he gave us the one thing only that anyone can keep hold of no matter what, the power of free thought.This is also true if the belief that there is not God is true.

Any thought is beautiful, because it's something that your own mind has created unconsciously.A thought can not be controlled or taken away, you can have your youth, your innocence, your possesions taken away, but not your thoughts.

Everybody thinks to themselves about themselves, to everyone, the world revolves around them.Some people can put these thoughts into words, in a way that others can relate to, there is nothing more beautiful in my mind a thought that makes me think more.A thought that can be put into words.

Everyone is unique, subconsciously people might try and be the same as others, but it is the only thing that is impossible.The same for everyone’s mind, people can try and alter peoples thoughts, make them think what they want to think.But no matter how much someone says to themselves they believe something that subconsciously they don't, they are not.

The people who think they are going insane are the sanest of the lot of us, people who are truly going insane think everyone else is insane and that they alone are sane.

I have a love for the human body, so complex and intriquing, millions of cogs that turn to keep you alive, one little fault, tiny as it may be can kill you, yet it is possible for this machine to stay running for in some cases 100+ years.It amazes me that one minute you can be completely lathargic, and the next moment full of energy to expell.

I can find beauty in everything, I find more beauty in certain things, but everything has an element of beauty; a song that I can relate to, a tree that stays standing through the storm, the warmth of words said to me.I go walking in the most remote area's, and i'll see a pylon or a phone cable, and even that is beautiful, I look at it and think that someone has been here before, and put it there, someone makes a living from such a seemingly needless thing, what effect would it have if it wasn't there?

I wonder if perhaps there is a parallel universe, wherer there are more David Jacksons, that aesthetically look like me, except maybe a little contorted.I wonder if they would know about me, or if they'd be pleased with the contribution i've made to the David Jackson puzzle of which I would only be a small part.

After thinking like this, I can do something like talk to a friend or turn on the television and it will be the most bizarre thing to me.Then I think about the world, wonder if i've even scratched the surface of being, and realise, round and round it goes.