I'm sorry

I'm sorry, my next story is going to take a while to get out because I've.... Well, writer's block is killing me. That and I've become and admin forthis group, so I'll be kinda busy.

Oh, and if anyone is interested, the group is looking for staff! So once I finish the application form, you can sign up.

I know, not much to say, but I feel I should give you something... I know! A look at the next story!

Spike sat in rapt attention to the ball in his claws. He never real thought about it before, but it was kinda amazing. A ball, a.k.a. a sphere, was essentially a three dimensional form made of multiple two dimensional circles - which in turn were made of points. This completely skipped the first dimension, as point were only locations with no size or shape, no height, width, or length. And yet a sphere is made up entirely of these zero dimensional points, and has all of those things. It was ... inspiring, really. If something can be made of literally nothing, and still, then isn't that mathematical proof that as beings, anypony could amount to more that just what makes them up? Not only that ...
"This ball is ..."
"Hmm? 'S what, Spike?" Twilight asked, not paying attention in the slightest. She was busy reading the latest issue of the Equestrian Scholar magazine, and couldn't bother herself to look down from the bedroom loft to see what Spike was doing, anyway. He'd most-likely still be staring at that ball he found this morning.
"T-this ball! It's ... it's ... so freaking boring."
"That's nice."
"No really! I think it's brainwashed me into thinking craziness!"
"'S'at so?"
"Yes!" he said, standing, and walked over to the stairs as he tossed the ball aside. "I just went on an inner rant about how mathematics proves that anypony can be be greater than the things that make them who they are."
Her head shot up on hearing this. "Wait, how'd you manage that?" she asked as she slid off the bed.
Spike shrugged. "I don't no," he replied. "It wasn't even really math. Just a logical, if not highly idealistic and flawed, argument saying that spheres prove that ponies can be better than their base components." Sighing, he slid into the chair seated in front of the window. "In all. I'm bored."
Twilight came up next to him, placing a hoof on his forehead, her face etched with worry. "You okay there, Spike?" He just nodded. "You sure?"
Yawning, he brushed her hoof away. "Yeah ... just, really bored, I guess."

So, yeah. There you go.