headrush (4/9/24)
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I’m surprised anyone claims to know who they are, considering every cell and molecule in our bodies is in constant flux, decaying, dying, being replaced, renewed, or not, and on and on… or perhaps this isn’t who we are after all, , instead we are just a bundle of perceptions, impressions made up and from our conscious and unconscious senses… unless, all we boil down to is out memories, accumulated thoughts we’ve had, stored, retrieved, rejigged, rescrambled time and time again while constantly adding to its motile repertoire… or, perhaps, in the end, we are merely what we have experienced and continue to do, a sometimes uncomfortable collections of dislocated, disconnected and sometimes distorted cues, emerging, existing and then obliterating themselves simultaneously… it might be that our whole entire lives are just a single moment, not long, not short, not bounds by the artificial linear constraints of time, and by extension possibly only that moment of death, all else being discards… constantly recycling who we are or think ourselves to be, and not necessarily by choice, something that’s happening behind our backs, without our permission nor our help with it managing fine without our interference, thank you very much… so any notion of ‘finding yourself’ is flawed from the outset, a misdirection, a double-bluff…
beside
time again for a word of the day, and today I nominate... prolixity... from the word, 'prolix', not surprising, which to me has always sounded more like a rather awkward medical condition, either that or a cough medicine...... perhaps that's what having too much coffee does to you, makes one prolixitous......
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© 2024 robert greig
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