to wonder
I dont know what else to do, so I'll just start typing. Thats really the only way I ever do anything, to just start it and hope nothing shiny comes by to distract me. It doesnt even have to be shiny really, just distracting.
Have you ever wondered what it is to wonder? What is it about me that makes me ask a question about something? Is it the same thing that makes other people question? Do other animals wonder? If they do, how do they answer the questions? With gods and spirits? With science? With instinct? And if they dont wonder, how can I get there? Would it be better, or worse to not have questions? Who knows! Just laugh and go play in the sun, or gaze at the other stars!
Im trying to remember something. Nothing in particular, just something. I remember one time, I was playing a video game and i just couldnt seem to beat it. It didnt even make sense. I actually thought that the computer was conspiring against me and that every move I made was struck down by some malicious will. I got so angry I started punching my pillows, and biting them and tearing at them. It sounds rather silly now, but it seemed like a good idea at the time!
Ive only got four minutes before the stupid server here in Milledgeville kicks me off and makes me restart my computer to get back on, so I have to wrap this up, or just leave it somewhere that I can pick up again...
Have you ever wondered what it is to wonder? What is it about me that makes me ask a question about something? Is it the same thing that makes other people question? Do other animals wonder? If they do, how do they answer the questions? With gods and spirits? With science? With instinct? And if they dont wonder, how can I get there? Would it be better, or worse to not have questions? Who knows! Just laugh and go play in the sun, or gaze at the other stars!
Im trying to remember something. Nothing in particular, just something. I remember one time, I was playing a video game and i just couldnt seem to beat it. It didnt even make sense. I actually thought that the computer was conspiring against me and that every move I made was struck down by some malicious will. I got so angry I started punching my pillows, and biting them and tearing at them. It sounds rather silly now, but it seemed like a good idea at the time!
Ive only got four minutes before the stupid server here in Milledgeville kicks me off and makes me restart my computer to get back on, so I have to wrap this up, or just leave it somewhere that I can pick up again...