No theme at all, random, and probably comes off pretty lame. Oh well.
Have you ever looked back, (and I mean really looked back, intensely, put your life on hold and completely immersed yourself in the past like a hot bath) and parts of it were so different that you begin to wonder if it was real? Have things ever changed so rapidly that you wonder if anything truly is ''real''? Or that perhaps you've been travelling along with a flawed perception of what "reality" actually is? Seeing that the concept of reality, the universally accepted standard of everything in its true nature, could be different from person to person, could it possibly be nothing more than just another paradox?
Sometimes I think that maybe if I focus hard enough, I can turn any recurring concept of life into 'just another paradox'.
The word 'anachronism' keeps coming to mind. I look back on this old stuff, cards, my baseball mitt, my baby quilt, old pictures of my brothers and I before the divorce, before we all became prematurely out of touch, and I wonder how the pieces of my life fit together. I can sit here and divide the last sixteen years into a few definable chunks that have absolutely no correlation with one another. Almost like I've lived four or five short, radically different lives.
It's like one of those old pieces of music I used to love playing on my flute, with a few good movements that sound like totally different songs, yet have some strong, consisten elements that tie it all together and transcend the many differences from measure to phrase to movement.
And while we're at it, why do people get 'deja vu'? If the total amount of energy in the universe has to remain constant, then there had to have been just as much energy when it all began as there would be now. Somehow I find it hard to understand that the energy that powers cell phones, naval aircraft, billions of people, the hospitals they were born in, the chemical reactions in the trillions of cells in the trillions of organisms on at least this planet, was the same amount of energy that powered the universe after it came to be.
If you had an indispensably fueled craft that was impervious to anything in outer space, and you travelled at a constant speed in a straight line, would you eventually hit the edge of the universe? If there are indeed several universes, what divides them? True, black holes may be the connections between universes, but if you need connections between two planes, what sets them apart?
So going back to that first law of thermodynamics, if all energy in the universe remains constant, where does the energy go when we die? Some of it is released as heat, probably some within the weak hydrogen bonds of H20 that's also released as waste, but I can't believe that the energy possessed by a small amount of heat and the hydrogen bonds of a set amount of water released after we die is enough to power an entire human being.
If the earth truly does operate on a cyclical basis, what starts it must end it to start it again. If we die, we must donate some amount of energy needed to create more life. Could this be the scientific explanation for reincarnation?
Sometimes I think that maybe if I focus hard enough, I can turn any recurring concept of life into 'just another paradox'.
The word 'anachronism' keeps coming to mind. I look back on this old stuff, cards, my baseball mitt, my baby quilt, old pictures of my brothers and I before the divorce, before we all became prematurely out of touch, and I wonder how the pieces of my life fit together. I can sit here and divide the last sixteen years into a few definable chunks that have absolutely no correlation with one another. Almost like I've lived four or five short, radically different lives.
It's like one of those old pieces of music I used to love playing on my flute, with a few good movements that sound like totally different songs, yet have some strong, consisten elements that tie it all together and transcend the many differences from measure to phrase to movement.
And while we're at it, why do people get 'deja vu'? If the total amount of energy in the universe has to remain constant, then there had to have been just as much energy when it all began as there would be now. Somehow I find it hard to understand that the energy that powers cell phones, naval aircraft, billions of people, the hospitals they were born in, the chemical reactions in the trillions of cells in the trillions of organisms on at least this planet, was the same amount of energy that powered the universe after it came to be.
If you had an indispensably fueled craft that was impervious to anything in outer space, and you travelled at a constant speed in a straight line, would you eventually hit the edge of the universe? If there are indeed several universes, what divides them? True, black holes may be the connections between universes, but if you need connections between two planes, what sets them apart?
So going back to that first law of thermodynamics, if all energy in the universe remains constant, where does the energy go when we die? Some of it is released as heat, probably some within the weak hydrogen bonds of H20 that's also released as waste, but I can't believe that the energy possessed by a small amount of heat and the hydrogen bonds of a set amount of water released after we die is enough to power an entire human being.
If the earth truly does operate on a cyclical basis, what starts it must end it to start it again. If we die, we must donate some amount of energy needed to create more life. Could this be the scientific explanation for reincarnation?