The greatest invention after sliced bread

Notpron! no it's not porn. it's the saddest thing that happened to me. the damn riddle! i can't sleep, can't drink, can't eat - i only think of how to find the chicks and what is the meaning of 279943359. of course there are many other digits as well. 13,59,22,d7,33,93.....4|48|21|25|74|57.....what is the meaning of it all? maybe ascii and hex has the solution. but believe me, it's the best entertainment to be found on the net!
What made this riddle so fascinating is that it took a whole butt load of skills to complete. You needed to be aware of computer functions such as how to find that sound program in system32 folder (which I didn't even know was there), decipher maths and codes using hex, ASCII, and binary, you needed to learn a little about music, know how to Photoshop, how to hunt, how to do word scrambles, anagrams and such, learn foreign languages, make an origami number figure, and learn how to cheat at minesweeper (which I didn't know was possible). Usually people are good at one or two of those things, but you had to get good at them all to succeed.

Art: The Importance of it

Art is the strated expression of the human soul. When a person picks up an instrument, paint brush, pen, camera, dance shoes, or any other tool that they feel will help them express what is in their heart, they are preparing to give platform to an emotion, an idea, a dream or a story. Without art we would not be moved to understand. We would not be lifted to comprehend. We would not have a window to another person's world that would help us identify with them or propel us to gain knowledge of ourselves.Art presents history. It records details and generalities that give us information. It can give us the breadth, width, and height of a person's experience. We can briefly taste what has gone on before us and allow it to move us to a better future.Art can present beauty or brutality, simplicity or confusion.Art can move us to think beyond our own world. The psalmist wrote, "When I view and consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained and established. What is man that you are mindful of him..." Art is the exclamation point on the human experience. Without art we would be mute.

Reflections

In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
And bent-backs
And sleeping forms on pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes

And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains and commuter accidents
In council care and county courts
At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts
In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts on the China seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On unloading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognise...
Myself in every stranger's eyes

And now, from where I stand
Upon this hill
I plundered from the pool
I look aroundI search the skies
I shade my eyes
So nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognise...
The hope you kindle in your eyes

It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes, it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love