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[teh_sp00ky]

Anyone who knows me could tell you that I'm one of the most gutteral, unspiritual people you could ever hope to meet. I blaspheme daily, I despise the world around me, I could put a bullet through a toddler's head without feeling remorse. I'm just a cold, bitter son of a bitch. This could be considered a problem by most people, but it's just the

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[cogitosum]

I don't believe in God in the classical sense, but I do believe in something like God. My belief is far from blind devotion, rather the product of several years of heavy introspection and soul-searching. I never intended to "find God" but that's where I seem to have ended up. While accented by neo-pagan spirituality and hints of Bhuddism, my beliefs are unique.
Suppose the following:
Life is.
Life has a purpose.
That purpose is different for everyone.
Perhaps this dream is intended to encourage you to seek out what your purpose is as you were left with the notion that there is an answer of sorts but denied the knowledge of what that answer is--a carrot on the end of a rod, if you will.
I might also remind you that not all life is suffering; there will always be just as much pleasure as there is pain; contrast is the means by which we know these things and without an even amount of pain we could never appreciate pleasure. I may cite a recently ended relationship I had with someone who shall remain nameless (you know who) who put me through what I would say without hesitation was the most painful time of my life, but she also brought me times of rivalingly jovial experience.
Food for thought.
That said, something lighthearted:
http://newgrounds.com/portal/view/72146