Uncertainty

So maybe death is an illusion (an illusion in the sense of it not being the end that we think it can be) and maybe we're eternal, but of course these are just maybe's. Though many may speak with self-proclaimed certainty, how does one know that one knows? And then how does one know that … Continue reading Uncertainty →

Absurdity II

The human mind is like the dream and life itself is like waking life. Humans try to construe life to make sense to them, attempting to categorize things, drawing lines that end up being essentially arbitrary. Maybe the very idea of making sense is merely a human thing, or a mind thing. Does that make … Continue reading Absurdity II →

Angst

The fact that I exist continues to get to me. There's what's called existential therapy but it's all about responsibility which I'd rather avoid. Would rather focus on the moment and not think about the future with its unwanted obligations and consequences for not obliging. Would like my life to be as simple as comfortably … Continue reading Angst →

Philosophical Thought Vomit: Wut Make A Hooman?

I was thinking that in a way, I am a different person with the same memories. I have the same memories as 14-year-old me but I'm made up of different cells—a whole new form but the same memories. I also have different perceptions of those memories. Then I realized, after recalling hysteresis and how present … Continue reading Philosophical Thought Vomit: Wut Make A Hooman? →