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murders another person, it was because their murder gene was on.
When a person is in love with another person, it's because their love gene is
on. When Lynne became a completely different person, I wonder if it was because
her anger gene was switched on and she was prone to anger.
     
    On a grander scale, I wonder if every person in the world works this
way. Do we do these things to each other, good or bad, because we are
genetically programmed to do so? We are designed to react to a certain action?
Someone starts yelling at you, and maybe your anger gene will turn on, or maybe
your fear gene will turn on. In some cases, because people are so ridiculous,
maybe your murder gene will turn on, simply because this person yelled at you.
Now you have this murder disease. This human species at work.
     
    When I was younger, I loved God, right now, I don't really care for God,
and I'm sure when I am older, I will despise God.
     
    Composition 1, Part 2
     
    Chapter 11:
    REALITY FROM FICTION
     
    Years ago on a cold Saturday night, I had this dream. I was driving down
this highway, no one else was on this long stretch of road. To the left and
right of me were city buildings showing off their city's lights. For a while,
I'm looking for something in the car while I'm driving. I check under the
passenger's seat, I check the glove box, I check under the driver's seat and I
check the seats behind me, but I can't find what I'm looking for.
     
    Eventually I stop looking and I keep my eyes on the long stretch of
road. Every once in a while I look out my window to look at the buildings and
their lights. Full city, empty road. After so long, it becomes day and I find
myself now driving down a road in the countryside, still no cars around me.
     
    Soon after I feel the urge to use the bathroom, but there is nothing
around. I pull over and I try to figure out what I'm going to do. There are no
trees around, just fields of grass. What if someone drives by and sees me
squatting down?
     
    I figure I haven't seen anyone on the road so what are the chances
someone will actually drive by and see me. Then I figure even better, and
decide to just use my car as a tree, if someone does drive by they'll just see
a parked car. Hopefully a cop doesn't come by. Before I go to do the deed, I
look at the book on my dashboard, it's titled "Psychosis." I debate
whether I should take it with me to read. I decide instead of reading I should
just go without it and take the time to think.
     
    Contrary to popular belief, most people don't take books or newspapers
with them to the bathroom to read while they use the bathroom. People probably
just sit there and think about things. Things they need to do, things they've
done. The things that are going on in their life.
     
    Sometimes I like to think people are more aware than they get credit
for. A lot of the people I've talked to, sometimes I think they are just
completely ignorant of everything, completely unaware of things that are
happening in the world, but I know that in my mind they are not as ignorant of
anything as I think they are.
     
    People don't talk nearly as much as they think, and I believe spending
time to think is the gateway to awareness. Because people think more than they
talk, I have to believe that they are aware of what goes on, and at the end of
it all, as stupid as I think this person may be, I know in my mind that this
person isn't as ignorant as I may think they are. The people who you have
deemed as unintelligent, maybe they aren't as unintelligent as you think.
     
    Time goes by and nothing comes out. Eventually I feel as if I don't
really have to use the bathroom, so I get back in my car and I continue to
drive down this stretch of road. After a while, I see traffic lights in the
distance. At least I think I do. The closer I get, the more like traffic lights
they look. And then I finally pass under it, and all of the lights are red. All
three.
     
    I start to wonder where I am. Then I