You know what they say "If you fish a man, you will feed him for the rest of his life, but if you man a fish, you you will fish for a day." And I think that is a beautiful sentiment. Sometimes words that are completely meaningless hold the most meaning of all.

On a planet, on a continent, in a country, inside of a building, in a small, cluttered room, there was a man. This man was no ordinary man, for he was a protagonist of a story. It was around six fourty AM and after finishing his breakfast beer, our unlikely protagonist got to work. Nobody likes a narrative that is too self-aware, so from now on, we will call our protagonist "Jim", for the fact that he was given that very name at birth.

After finishing the exchange of liquids in the bathroom, Jim closed the bathroom door, turned off the bathroom lights, kneeled in front of the bathroom door from the outside and knocked three times. After around five seconds, he knocked again. Three knocks. And after another several seconds, a voice could be heard from within the darkness. "I am here." The voice spoke, its intonation calm yet full of authority.

"I'm ready." Jim answered, his voice unshaken and sure.

"Then listen, and listen well." the voice responded. "The letter B in LGBT stands for..." A pause "It stands for..." "Yes? What does it stand for?" "It stands for... Black..." "Thank you for your wisdom." "Don't mention it. Come tomorrow for more wisdom."

After consulting the darkness residing within the bathroom, it was time to get to work. With some effort, Jim made a sandwitch and sat in front of the TV, where colorful images swirled and changed, lulling his rational mind to sleep. Within those images, Jim saw a smiling horse. A horse smiling with too many teeth. Too many teeth. Too many sharp, sharp teeth.

After finishing his sandwitch end experiencing the horrors of popular media, it was finally time to get to work. But a sudden, unexpected noise broke his concentration. It was the dog panting right next to him, alerting his beloved owner that it was time to go check the perimeter for possible hostiles such as squirrels and cats. After putting on a pair of faded jeans and an even more faded t-shirt, Jim walked out of his apartment, along with the canine. As the two walked don the road, Jim heard a terrible, terrible noise. A shriek that a banshee would not be ashamed of. It was one of the local human larvae attempting to test Darwin's theory of natural selection. Jim paid them no mind, aside from a disappointed, almost disgusted grimace on his face. After returning from the morning rounds around the mass personel storage unit he resided in, Jim returned to his apartment, and now it was time to get to work.

It was now around nine AM, and the sun was mercilessly shining onto the flat concrete that composed Jim's natural environment, heating it in preparation for the hell that was to be the afternoon. Jim finally sat down at his desk, already tired after barely 30 hours of being continuously awake. It wasn't a problem, in fact, it was a blessing. As without such tiredness, the thoughts would not let Jim sleep at all. But there was still work to be done, and now was the time to do it.

Jim sat at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen. Maybe a coffee was in order. Maybe Jim needed something to get his neurons moving again, so he could actually do some work. Jim once again stepped into his kitchen, this time accompanied by the constant noise of a radio. As he put the kettle on and opened the coffee tin, he briefly focused on the constant noise coming from the electronic box. It spoke of terrible things. Jim did not want to listen, so he changed the station to some music instead. But none of the stations had the music he liked, so he turned off the radio altogether. Now, with a fresh perspective on the world and a hot cup of coffee in hand, it was time to get to work.

Jim once again sat down in front of his desk. This time, turning on the computer instead of just staring at a blank screen. As the boot sequence started, Jim took a sip of his coffee. It was disgusting. Jim always hated the taste and smell of coffee. But this is what normal people drink to get their energy, and Jim needed some normal things in his routine, mostly for counterbalance. After letting the shivers of disgust run their course through his body, Jim was finally ready to get to work.

As Jim opened the web browser, the first thing that jumped out at him was the daily news feed. Another tragedy. Another law restricting freedoms. Another day of another war. Jim didn't care about any of it. Reading the news only ever made him angry. And ins not like any of it would ever affect him. Not out here. This was the real world, where words don't have power. Jim opened his favorite blog site, and began writing.

"I learned something new today," his blog post began "sometimes the things that hold no meaning, are the most meaningful of all..."