One more post to add to the collection of my seemingly daily blogs (trust me they are not, or at least wont be as soon as I get tired of spending five minutes to write up anything at all. Yep, that lazy).
Time. The most generic "smart" sounding topic for people to talk about, and yet find absolutely no answers, no matter how deep they dig in the shallow mud puddle that is our limited notion of the subject. I could have easily spent these five minutes talking of my fascination with time, and once again reciting all of the limited findings, but that would be as useful and as exciting as watching paint dry. But really, does paint dry when we are not observing it? Does it even exist? With the entirety of the universe around us and the way we perceive existence, being created by the never ending stream of vomit that is our internal monologue, is there really anything outside of perception? Yet another question unanswered. No better than time. Peace out.
Time. The most generic "smart" sounding topic for people to talk about, and yet find absolutely no answers, no matter how deep they dig in the shallow mud puddle that is our limited notion of the subject. I could have easily spent these five minutes talking of my fascination with time, and once again reciting all of the limited findings, but that would be as useful and as exciting as watching paint dry. But really, does paint dry when we are not observing it? Does it even exist? With the entirety of the universe around us and the way we perceive existence, being created by the never ending stream of vomit that is our internal monologue, is there really anything outside of perception? Yet another question unanswered. No better than time. Peace out.
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