bus system.

Public transportation is relatively frightening, I've learned. My roommate and I took the bus today, twice, to get to Meijer and back. The way there was uneventful, but the way back was accompanied by a very well-articulated, presumably homeless man.

He spoke very coherently, but I couldn't figure out what he was speaking about. He jumped from ideas about creationism, to French democracy, to friendship, to homosexuality, all in about a five minute period. My roommate and I tried keeping up, but it eventually just became impossible.

He did say that one thing thing that seemed to implant itself in my brain, however. "The purpose of life is to create." I'm pretty sure he was talking about reproduction, but I took it differently.

Maybe that's why we are here. To create. To form friendships, relationships, secure financial positions, homes, and a niche in society. To generate new ideas that are capable of influencing others.

Or maybe not. Maybe we're just here because of biology. We evolved, we exist, we reproduce, we perpetuate, eventually we'll be replaced with a superior species. I would like to believe there is a higher reasoning, even if there is not.

We witnessed other peculiar people on the bus as well. A man with a classy, Marines doo rag was seated in front of me, and a pair of fluent Spanish speaking Mexicans were behind me, one of them rubbing his stomach for the entire ride, as if he had just ingested the most delicious meal ever. Simply, it was weird.

On a side note, Garden Salsa Sun Chips are amazing.