Stryse

About me:

Water is my favorite drink. I don't have a favorite color. Pizza is my favorite food. Linkin Park is my favorite band. Before Linkin Park I had no favorite band.

The one thing I really want to do before I die is to get into orbit (preferably in a space craft) and look upon my home as it really is. In the meantime I'd like to explore her. See her up close and personal like.

Tacos are my second favorite food. I still have no favorite color. I like pretty much all kinds of music. Film is my favorite art form. I like to wear cargo pants to hold all the gadgets I carry around and still have room to put my hands in my pockets. Otherwise I'd be a jeans-and-t-shirt kind of guy; except when its cold in which case you'll usually find me in a hoodie.

I like to think I'm an average guy, but I'm not sure I really know what an average guy is anymore. In many ways I'm the typical guy. I don't like to hold conversations while watching TV, I play my video games, I desire all the latest gadgets and gizmos, I don't talk alot about my feelings, and I really hate shopping.

One could say I'm a geek. I like technology, I like science, I like anything that exercises my brain. Yet clearly I'm also a philosopher and theologian of sorts.

I am grey. Absolutes do not exist in my reality. I live in that magic place where light and dark co-mingle.

And the fifth, still in shadow, will claw toward the light, hungering for redemption that will only come in the howl of terrible suffering. I see them all. The seven, now six, self-described machines who believe themselves without sin, but in time, it is sin that will consume them. They will know enmity, bitterness, the wrenching agony of the one splitting into the many, and then they will join the promised-land, gathered on the wings of an angel. Not an end, but a beginning.