Philosophy? ME?
Today, i went to the library and read Philosophy. Which isn't like me at all. I came home and wondered what the heck was going on with me, because usually alot of my time is spent NOT reading philosophy.
I guess the stories i been reading lately influenced me, but i dont get how 'Rincewind the Wizard' or 'Zaphod Beeblebrox' would make me think "Hey, what is the human mind?"
So i gave this some thought (over my eating of Pick+Mix) and realised that the job of a professional philosopher is to sit down and talk crap. Ive been doing that for years!
Suddenly, it all makes sense.
By the way, apparently you are all non-existent, nothing but jumbled perceptions of electrical impulses and chemicals within my mind, organised in a primitive concept of what life really is.
I mean, no offence or anything.
Current Mood:
thoughtfulCurrent Music: Hell Is For Heros - I Can Climb Mountains