right now, right here in bed, no filter, no makeup, no masks - just - whatever this is, this 'person'. I will never understand it. It's only this body I live in; I take it everywhere I go, I waste immensities of time on placating it, I have to whether I wish to or not! I see all the things, I try to make some sort of connections between and therefore sense of them, but all of that sensemaking is the purest and most arbitrary effort of will. Nothing links anything but the accident that the mind lives inside a bag of skin and bones and has to be toted about in this undignified carapace from one time & place to the next. I failed first year philosophy by the way. But it deserved to be failed at. |
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I can't wait for Balloon season. I'm sure there will be a giant glove balloon just keeping up with you on your ride to work.
I once went through the preparation process for a colonoscopy, basically a complete emptying, and was never more aware that I was in charge of an assembly of bags and tubes. And then my first anaesthesia was a revelation that my mind could cease to exist for half an hour, completely different to sleep or concussion or tripping or meditation.
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