<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/piltdownman"><title>Existential musings - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/</link><description>Ricks observations about this journey we're all on</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/572637" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/562690" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/560147" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/558125" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/556915" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/556707" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/556415" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/556410" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/556209" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/556085" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/572637"><title>hindsight</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/572637</link><description>I was poor, with no real direction in life. My first apartment was a rat trap, the wallpaper was peeling off the walls. I was working at a fast food joint, barely making enough money to survive. Twenty years later, I've got a good job, no real money problems to speak of, and life is pretty easy....</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/562690"><title>revelation</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/562690</link><description>I died, I think. The memory of my life, or what I think was my life, is fading, rapidly receding into the background. I'm not even sure what my name was. Was it just a dream, a lifetime of experiences compressed into the space of a few minutes? 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Was I ever even there at all?</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/556209"><title>Lucidity</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/556209</link><description>In a dream, we converse. It's as if we've known each other since before the beginning of time, even though I've never seen you in the waking world. In a sudden moment of silence, we stare at each other, and as I look into your eyes, I realize that you are me. My senses reel as I try to comprehend...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/556085"><title>The Face Of Time</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/piltdownman/556085</link><description>I sat and pondered the nature of time, trying to get a handle on the concept of no beginning and no end, finding no answers in my search. Suddenly, as if the finger of God had touched me on the forehead, I understood;I understood it all. 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