Demonstratum
I'm in a really weird mood today. I can't stop thinking about philosophical-like questions, so Dan, you might like this.
Why is it, when something is alive, we think of it as a living thing (it'll become more obvious what I mean). If you were a doctor, would you still think of your partner, friends and children as people, or would you think of them as a series of organs, and chemical reactions. Or, would you simply think of them as people, but understand how to "fix them". When I speak to someone, I imagine them as nothing less than a person, yet when I try to think of them as a bundle of parts, I can't merge the two. Is that just me, or does anyone else think about this?
Why is it, that a simple melody, even one without lyrics can stir emotions inside most anyone?
Why is it, that even those who believe there is nothing after death, are happy to live their life to no real extent. Do people deny that fact, or are they too accustomed to it? People say they live their lives to the fullest, but honestly, when have you ever met someone who has.
Why is it human nature to be afraid of such insignificant things. I for one would certainly not class myself as among the most courageous. However, I never shed a tear when my grandparents died, yet I truly fear the possibility of hurting someone without intent. (I also cried at The Land Before Time)
I guess this is more psychology than anything else, and I will likely never know the answer to any of these. Yet I still think. Why do I want to know?
Jesus, reading through this, I seem so angsty, but I cannay help it cap'n, strange mood I tell ye.
Why is it, when something is alive, we think of it as a living thing (it'll become more obvious what I mean). If you were a doctor, would you still think of your partner, friends and children as people, or would you think of them as a series of organs, and chemical reactions. Or, would you simply think of them as people, but understand how to "fix them". When I speak to someone, I imagine them as nothing less than a person, yet when I try to think of them as a bundle of parts, I can't merge the two. Is that just me, or does anyone else think about this?
Why is it, that a simple melody, even one without lyrics can stir emotions inside most anyone?
Why is it, that even those who believe there is nothing after death, are happy to live their life to no real extent. Do people deny that fact, or are they too accustomed to it? People say they live their lives to the fullest, but honestly, when have you ever met someone who has.
Why is it human nature to be afraid of such insignificant things. I for one would certainly not class myself as among the most courageous. However, I never shed a tear when my grandparents died, yet I truly fear the possibility of hurting someone without intent. (I also cried at The Land Before Time)
I guess this is more psychology than anything else, and I will likely never know the answer to any of these. Yet I still think. Why do I want to know?
Jesus, reading through this, I seem so angsty, but I cannay help it cap'n, strange mood I tell ye.