There are times when I appreciate deeply philosophical conversations late at night. However, this is not one of those times for two reasons:

1) I'm not partaking in the conversation, and

2) I'm trying to write for my expository writing class.

They started by questioning whether or not they love their country, and then they began to contemplate whether or not they could refer to any country as their own, because who can own a country, and then they began to contemplate whether or not they could love at all. At least one of them has decided that he loves nothing.

WTF?

How can you go through life without experiencing love?

In unrelated news, the only thing that makes a long walk by yourself in the cold bearable is your iPod.