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Wednesday, October 18, 2345, 4:11 PM
by dr3arms
Are we living in the present, the here and now? Or are we remembering everything we've done at the end of our lives? Are we nothing more then streamlined conciosnesses floating throughout some other dimension while we, the we we see, (Yeah, I saw that one coming too.) are just images of what we think represent ourselves, our bodies. If this is true, then what about life and death? Are they nothing more then states of the mind, where we no longer can sense the difference between the two?
What about everything else in the world? Everything, anyone ever does, somehow, in some little way, changes the future in the most drastic of ways. There's proof of this in some lives that were in the history of the human race. But what about the deeper connections that we feel? Like love, humility and the rest? Are we supposed to just go with the flow of things until we've decided to take a stand of our own and reach out towards our own destiny?
What about everything else in the world? Everything, anyone ever does, somehow, in some little way, changes the future in the most drastic of ways. There's proof of this in some lives that were in the history of the human race. But what about the deeper connections that we feel? Like love, humility and the rest? Are we supposed to just go with the flow of things until we've decided to take a stand of our own and reach out towards our own destiny?
Through out the last three weeks I've struggled to comes to terms with my own mortality. Mind you, I'm not depressed ...but I am a bit hungry so that may explain a bit why I'm feeling so philosophical. But still, what are your thoughts on this?
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