I recently had a conversation with my friend Felicia (shout out to you baby cakes) about relationships.

Before you groan, don't worry, this isn't all about girls. In fact, I'm going to try my best to steer clear from the dating scene topic as much as I can. Bare with me, it all makes sense in the end....at least to me.

I came to the conclusion, and this is my own personal theory, that the universe's existence is a relationship. Whether it's with some etheral force. An omnipotent being. Or just merely a coincidental boom that blew existence into shape. It doesn't matter. If you break the universe down to atoms. Sub-atoms or whichever. There is a relationship there. A connection. A company of atoms that coexist, and must coexist peacefully and cooperatively in order to maintain balance.

Imagine if the atoms that make up your body suddenly "broke up." It'd be the worst shaft in history because you, technically, would be nothing. Actually, you'd be something, you'd just be a bafrillion of something dispersed in whatever direction the atoms go after the break up. The point is you need that relationship to survive, just like you need the blood to keep flowing in and out of your heart to the various places in your body. You should have a very good relationship with your liver, but a lot of people in this current generation seem to forget they have one.

I could make a list. A countless list of things that relationships relate to. Whether it's people, places, or things it's all there. Even a presumed mentally challenged person like me can see it.

Quite honestly. I know shit about physics. I hated the last biology class I took (minus meeting my good friend Whitney). I hated them for their text book resource. It's where all the information I ever need to know would be, but to me, it was just a book of words. Just like this entry is. You could be like me in a physics class, and groan while reading this, or you can be text book smart. Where the words come naturally to you as these words feel natural to me. I'm not text smart. I'm not street smart. Heck, I'm your average american democrat (as of yesterday) trying to do his best to get on the morning news. Probably about getting whacked over the head during a robbery or something...

Getting back on track. What I meant to say is that there's a science to it. I'm smart. Much more than I give myself credit for. What I mean to say is that relationships are a science and it's a science I understand. Just because I don't understand the anatomy of a human as well as Andrew doesn't make me dumb. It just means I'm not well versed in anatomy. If you asked a baker to decode the genetic structure, he probably couldn't, but it's not to say it's impossible.

If you ask a geneticist to make an elegant pastry, chances are it won't be as swell as the baker's, but it's not to say that he won't do his best.

Relationships. The majority of the world, from little of the world I've walked around in, takes for granted the magic and mysticism of this science. A long time ago, in a time no one remembers, love was created. One would say it was an act of evolution, a better method of keeping a species alive by creating a means of endearment. Or maybe it was just a word. But it's spawn several Backstreet Boys CDs, so we know it has some flaws. No offense to the BSB fans.

Some philosophers would say that love is what keeps the world alive. It's what keeps the universe alive. What's the point of having something exist if there's no love in it? At least that's what a human would say. If there are mystical forces at work that are higher than any mere human comprehension then maybe there's an angle we haven't sighted yet, but for what we're allowed to know at present is that everything revolves around love. And the sun. And J.K. Rowling's next book (word to self, keep reading Deathly Hollows).

Even though humans have a knack for willingly taking the life of another human, it's not to say we're the only ones. Other, lesser animals do the deed. Hell, some of them have a regular habit of eating eachother more than humans do. Anyway, the point is that humans thrive on relationships. If not with loved ones, then with the alarm clock that wakes them in the morning. They rely. Nay, depend. On that alarm clock to get them up at the appropriate time so they can manage their day correctly. It's a relationship. Sometimes it doesn't work, and you get angry. Sometimes it breaks, and you seek a new one.

Good lord. See the connection. You think finding a girlfriend or boyfriend in your life is so important yet it holds the same characteristics as an alarm clock! I think I know where my next love interest is coming from (a.k.a. Wal-Mart).

This entry has deviated into a swarm of thoughts on a subject that for our age, is too large for us to care. We care about the little things. The intimate things. Y'see, it's the intimate parts of science that I love. It's the technicalities between the lines of Chapter Twelve: Biowhatchamahoots that I'm really interested in. It's the science I can see with my eyes. Touch with my hands. Feel with my heart.

It's an amazing science.

I don't get to understand the world like Stephen or Andrew. Or Tony Black. Or Chad. Or Tiff. I look at them, and I almost wonder how they deal with a guy like me. Is it my public face that keeps the connection going? It couldn't possibly, because they've read entries like this before and still call me out to play.

Ah. It is love. The power to see the imperfections of someone and find that perfect. Not to necessarily say that one flaw of being that they like to play the bongos upside down while singing in a really raspy voice to the Macarana doesn't get annoying sometimes. But at the end of the day, you look past that. You find a way to cope and you enjoy life beside that flaw.

Because of relationships. They keep the world moving. They let us breathe. Let us begin anew. When one fails, another begins. It's science.

Just science.

And love.