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Let's have a deep conversation - you and me - my journal. Now, I don't understand my thinking when I attempt to speak to something that hasn't the ability to reply - Oh, no! You can't, you won't. I wonder if such an object has the comprehention of human emotion. Some people use these very things as something to get that load of rocks off their chest. My, I don't have rocks! Rocks, why would I have those? No, they don't speak either. And why haven't you become a decent conversationalist? I'm not mad - I'm just not all here. It's a special thing, actually, if you thought for a moment. Just a moment! To let yourself go within the words that spill from the back of the waterfall we call imagination. Even if that maybe, possibly, just might be considered mad, I'll take that lable. I will willingly take your advice, my journal, on to how to get your to speak.

Is it hidden in your coding? Do you hide it from me?

Why would you hide that from me? I did nothing wrong! Although, if you spoke back, that would lead to more conflict. No one would believe me! Such a miracle would never be believed! Miracle are rare, afterall. Who would believe in something so good? Me, I might. I'd have the understanding of possibilities that were beyond human creation. Am I a skeptic? Yes. A fool? Who knows? Surely you would, right? My, my...