Here are 5 answers. Er, if you really want 5 questions from me I suppose you should leave a comment, but I'm sure everyone's tired of that by now.Sci-fiSuppose another hundred years go by. And things are neither less terrible nor less wonderful than today. Expect that in those days the gov't gaurantees at least 150 years of life to everyone. At 125 you contract an as yet unkown cancer and have just a few years left to live. The gov't asks you to submit to be frozen for a hundred years, when the cure is predicted to be found. Would you live among your family and friends for your last years, or would you travel into the future, where the language culture and certainly the technology of life would be radically different?The chance to actually experience life 100 years in the future is too much to resist. That would be quite the adventure. I travel as much as possible, and I grew up on tales of time-travel. How could I say no to the opportunity to essentially travel 100 years forward in time after having lived a good, long life? I don't really care about the fact that it will add to my life span (except that it means I'll have the possibility of more time to get used to a strange new world). I would see if anyone wanted to be frozen with me, though.Mystic-BlakeThe cut worm forgives the plow.-proverb of hell.This always reminds me of the John Banfil quote"to (properly) love someone you have to leave scars". What's your take on that?Hey man, whatever kinkiness you want to engage in is totally up to you...But, really I think to properly love you need to dig in deep enough that you can leave scars, though nothing necessitates actually doing so. I'd go so far as to say proper love may well involve healing scars. Of course, as should be unsurprising from the way I live my life, I don't believe things are better when they are scary and intense. Fantasy (Klosterman)You meet your soulmate. However, there's one catch. Every three years someone will break both of your loves collarbones with a crescent wrench, and there is only one thing you can do to stop this from happening; You must swallow a pill that will make every song you hear-for the rest of your life- sound as if it's being preformed by the band Alice in Chains. When you hear Creedance on the radio, it will sound (to your ears) like it's being played by Alice in Chains. If you see Radiohead live, everyone of their tunes will sound like it's being covered by Alice in Chains. When you hear a commercial jingle on TV, it will sound like Alice in Chains;if you sing to yourself in the shower, your voice will sound like deceased vocalist Layne Staley performing a capella (but it will only sound this way to you).Would you swallow the pill?The first time I'd say break both of my collarbones intead so I can make an informed decision. I'm actually ok with Alice in Chains (though obviously not for all music, ever) but I'd be willing to entertain the notion it could be better than regularly broken collarbones. If that is not the case, I'd either volunteer to take the hit instead, or ninja my way into replacing my love each time. Nobody else should pay for my music snobbery.Other-What was the most emotionally trenchant mix cd you ever made?I don't often make mix cds. Normally when I burn something for someone it is a single artist they expressed interest in, or on some occassion, as when I made my sister a tape of California related songs when she moved down to San Fran. I'm probably forgetting others, but I once made a mix cd for Morgan, who I had a wild crush on at the time, for reasons I do not even remember, that I think gave her much better insight into me. Essentially I gave Henry Rollins and Radiohead to a girl who once made me turn my car radio to young country.My father, the sly old man, asked one day, when I was ten"What is love?"My dads favorite answer so far, given by his favorite Jesuit, is "love is the process by which we grow more fully human."We've had a number of discussions about it. I'm pretty sure giving him a good answer about that (and living it) is about the only long term goal I've ever had.So what is love? Or, a different way, how do you love?Love is helping someone grow. I hope that's not too close to the Jesuit answer, but that is how I conceive it.