Lost, more for real

Wandering aimlessly through cyberspace, i find myself visiting the same sites over and over again expecting something to be different. We live in a society that wants the busy signal to be gone two seconds later, and, monotonously, we will check every two seconds because hope is driving us. In my case, i don't think it is hope, it's a love of the familiar. I played Halo last night. One particular game of CTF (capture the flag) took upwards of an hour. During the course of said game, this was my coursae fo action: spawn (come alive), jump into the middle, run up ramp on left, pick up some extra grenades, turn right, zig zag down the long hall to the opposing teams flag while throwing grenades and shooting. Here is where my path would vary. Either i would a) die quickly b) get close to the flag before getting ambushed c) touch the flag and die immediately or d) actually grab the flag, jump off the wall, run to the middle and throw the flag before i die. During this strictly repetitive process i realized why non-Christians should be suicidal. Frankly its remarkable that so many people willingly subject themselves to a life without knowledge of their only hope. More evidence that people are indeed stupid, but hey, i was the one who played Halo for hours last night, and visited the same websites multiple times in 5 minutes. I guess the point that i forgot to come back to was that even in new things like Halo, we immediately look for a groove to wedge ourselves into. In those rare times that we do break out, people stare, surprised and a little confused if not angry, like when a marble pops out of one of those intricate maze designs...lalala.