a duck's exchange of concentual thought
After hitting the ground, I quickly died. Dying was incidently tragic.. yet powerfully inspiring, as one might not realize before expiriencing it for themselves. Somebody realized I could still exist, so I took advantage of this.. and lived. Life seemed preferable over death.. even though my only expirience with life, was through the eyes and mind of a duck. I have expirienced many sides of life, and have contemplated many dimensions at various points in time as a duck. I have a face in another place, but don't let this suprise you. One side of myself reveals a contradictive theory about the observable nature of a duck, in relation to my existence in another world. Yet another side reveals the suprising synonymity between man and duck, and man's potential correspondance in another world. These ideas have been debated in many realms of imagination and thought, in many ages from all minds alike.. but have the ideas been accepted as constructs of reality? One might seek to discover these instances of thought in full introspection, falling into a pit of extrospective despair. I would like to inform all who find these arguements applicable that you have just been complimented beyond all remenant confusion to my best knowledge and intuition. I hold the snake responsible for any confusion that may have been emitted over the duration of this exchange.