So, look. Life is living. So, does that mean that my 80 something year old grandfather is full of life, which, incidently, is still alive. Are trees, which are living, "full of life"? And is a para-pallegic or a comma victim full of life? I mean, they're all alive.
But, I digress. Welcome to my constant ramblings if anyone is even bothering to read this. I must warn you, if you read my journal, don't expect it to be.....what's the word.....sensible. Most of the time, if I'm putting something in here, it's because it's a spurr of the moment thing. So, please, feel free to flame me, or praise me. Either one is fine, but I prefer the latter of the two. And if you do praise me, yes, donations are excepted graciously.
But, I digress. I think that living is only a state of mind. What makes you think you are actually alive? You feel things? You see things? You smell things? Well, how do you know that your not some thought in the wind? What's the root of your belief that you exist? Answer this and I'll offer a cash reward to anyone that can satisfy those questions.
Goodnight folks!
Elmidor · Mon Mar 14, 2005 @ 07:28am · 0 Comments |