So, today I'm riding in the car, and i ask him a simple question. "Anthony, what if there was no floor or ground for that matter?" with this he replied with a statement basically amounting to.."why the fuck would i need to think about something like that?".
And it got me thinking even more, i put so much brain power into simple questions like these, and i eventually give myself a headache. I think looking through my eyes of the world, everything falls apart. And i really cannot comprehend anything.
Asking all these philosophical questions..As Anthony pointed out, will eventually drive me crazy. And i can kind of see it happening all ready. Sometimes ill be sitting at school, staring at a tree, or a blade of grass, wondering what constitutes its purpose, what use we have for it, what makes it a tree...All answers are relative, seeing as how we look at certain distinctions of a object (or idea for that matter) and slap a word on it. Ideas like this fascinate me, and drive me fucking insane every time i think about it.
In all honesty, id hate to be a man remembered for the things he thought, let alone we well known for it. This terrifies me, as does the whole world around me.
Anyways to get this rant out of the way, i wish there was no floor, i wish there was no love, i wish there was no such thing as a wish, and i wish matter would breakdown, so everything can make sense.
Death to Distinction.
And it got me thinking even more, i put so much brain power into simple questions like these, and i eventually give myself a headache. I think looking through my eyes of the world, everything falls apart. And i really cannot comprehend anything.
Asking all these philosophical questions..As Anthony pointed out, will eventually drive me crazy. And i can kind of see it happening all ready. Sometimes ill be sitting at school, staring at a tree, or a blade of grass, wondering what constitutes its purpose, what use we have for it, what makes it a tree...All answers are relative, seeing as how we look at certain distinctions of a object (or idea for that matter) and slap a word on it. Ideas like this fascinate me, and drive me fucking insane every time i think about it.
In all honesty, id hate to be a man remembered for the things he thought, let alone we well known for it. This terrifies me, as does the whole world around me.
Anyways to get this rant out of the way, i wish there was no floor, i wish there was no love, i wish there was no such thing as a wish, and i wish matter would breakdown, so everything can make sense.
Death to Distinction.
1 comment:
I don't know if you just think about this or not but i would suggest you read Zen, Abhidharma Pitaka or one of the Buddhist texts. Then try learning about metaphysics.
then ask the questions...
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