Life Is An Artform
i love thinking about how everything works in life. the philosophy of it all. how in the hell does our brain control so much? how is everything really just made up of tinsy winsy atoms that create matter. i can't even wrap my head around it. and while i am hear at work, aimless typing this, people are dying and suffering, and people are getting married and having babies. all of this is going on at the exact same moment in time. it takes my breath away to look into the deep blue sky and to realize its enormity. how small i am. and i really like thinking about how real my every experience is. or is it? what if i am in a coma and just dreaming all of this? or old and dementia ridden, making all this up. am i really sitting in this chair? how do i type this information and people across the world can read it in seconds? it's amazing, all of it is just amazing.