I live close to an overpass. After you pass this overpass you will see a beautiful green field. The overpass is only significant, because it signifies crossing over a boundary of sorts for me.

You see, every Sunday night this field is filled with sweaty young men and women (or woman), dressed in kilts, and armed with swords and shields participating in Live Action Role Play (or LARP as it is known to the owner of this blog).

I have never in my life witnessed anything as interesting as this. These people cast and curse away, right next to soccer and softball players. Maybe this is a competitive sport that my high school didn't have, but how I would love to put on some chain mail and thrust away with these people.

Maybe I don't have to wear a sword, maybe I can be a...I dunno...be a white mage or something like that. I'm sure I could get a handle on a few spells, plus I would get to wear a cloak, and some gaudy hand jewelry. I wouldn't really want to be an Archer (sorry Legolas) or a Dwarf (sorry Little People, Big World), or an Orc (sorry Joan Rivers), but a Wizard sounds appealing...maybe its just the laziest of all RPG Archetypes. I'm actually glad these people have found a community doing what they love....being involved in insanely anti-social behavior.

I say that crudely because they are getting together to be a part of something that would normally be considered outcast behavior up against social norms. However, maybe hunting with your friends, or playing softball is just as strange....maybe its all perspective.

When I think of loneliness, I think of one man, a solitary man, a man some have referred to as "The Jewish Elvis." I think that I have a pretty decent case proving I was conceived on the night of a Neil Diamond concert, much like the characters in Saving Silverman. Here lately, when I find myself alone, I listen to one song....a song called - "I Am, I Said." The title actually makes me think of something that God would be likely to say in the Torah. So to me, Neil Diamond is equating his loneliness with being God. (Maybe this is far fetched)

Now this brings up an interesting point: Billy Corgan, principle songwriter for the Smashing Pumpkins made the claim that "Emptiness is loneliness and loneliness is cleanliness and cleanliness is godliness and God is empty just like me." This seems a little heady considering most of his fans were teenagers at the time, but the question remains: is God lonely?

If God actually turns out to be Neil Diamond, the answer is undoubtedly yes. When I listen to his songs, and imagine the way his rhinestone jackets lit up when they hit the stage in 1978, it seems strangely plausible that things could work out this way.

If God was one of us (this theory is proposed by one of the great thinkers of our time, Joan Osborne), then he would probably be playing Dungeons And Dragons with the smelly kids. Side note, Joan always looked smelly to me.

If God was a DJ, (this could possibly fall under an Epicurean line of thinking, if Epicurus had ecstasy) then probably yes, because that culture seems to be filled with oxygen thieves. (Sorry, Samantha Ronson, who would probably be considered Elvish if we were still LARPing - yes, that is a verb form of a word that I'm not sure exists, I feel like I have the right - it up, Lilo on the other hand, could make quite a handsome Gollum).

Maybe The Beach Boys have the final answer this tremendous question, in their timeless classic "God Only Knows."

I'll leave it at that.

Cue "I Am, I Said."