are we just chemicals? am i just some chemicals all mixin up in different ways? and electricity buzzing thru neurons? is that what i am? i dont know. i'd like to think that neurons cant ask questions like this but perhaps they can. perhaps they can. theres always that question of why though, isnt there? why should they produce this- this experience? surely this experience is far more wonderful than the buzzing of electrical currents thru neurons. these feelings. these everythings. evrythings. and we try to reduce it. we should try to expand it. we're here to expand, to grow; to acknowledge where we're from, but to grow, to grow.
ive been readin a lot of books lately. too many really, looking for very specific answers. they havent given me any answers. just tantalizing glimpses, which may or may not be real. i dont know. maybe i think too much. maybe the real thing is living- living .
anyway, im kind of drunk onred wine
books to read:
rational mysticism
why we believe what we believe
fabric of the cosmos
and more