What determines who someone is? Their body or their mind? The philosophical question of "If one man received another's brain, who is he?" plagues me. On the one hand, I am my mind. It's what's on the inside that counts, right? But on the other, where would my mind be if not for my body? My mind would be an assortment of electrical impulses. No. That's the neural things in my brain. What is a mind? It's my consciousness. Why am i conscious? What makes me more important than some brain-dead (comatose) child? Why does my mind function better that others'? (Does it?) Too many questions. I wish I could just turn my brain (mind?) off sometimes. The endless cycle of questions and answers, but not answers because the answers are questions. Most of the time. Or the answers are excuses. More and more of them until it's like a lie. How many excuses can you make before someone realizes that you're not you? Not who they perceive you as, anyway. This doesn't make sense. Nothing does. But it does, in a sense. Right? Or am I just crazy? Maybe my mind (brain?) has stopped functioning. Has it ever functioned? Maybe I'm not real. Is anyone? Who knows? Is there a god (lower-case g intended, thank you very much)? Were the ancient Greeks right? They often were. But how did they come up with all of their math and language and all that they did? My excuse (here we go again) for my lack of achievement is that it's all been done before. But has it? Has anyone built a completely functioning (and practical) hover car? Will anyone? Again, I have an excuse. I'm not capable. I guess, fundamentally, anyone is capable. "You can do anything." Right? Or is that a lie just like Santa, the Easter Bunny? How much of our thoughts are the cause of brain washing? Not stereotypical paranoid brain washing, mind you. Just the repetitive cycle of advertisements and people trying to make you conform. You want to get skinny? Pay us to give you general advice on how to be skinny that you could find for free. You want to be beautiful? Take this bed. No, not take. Buy. Not that sleep really has anything to do with beauty. But you'll try anything (beauty sleep - really?), won't you? Everything can be bought. Victories, deaths, (almost) anything.
I didn't even answer the original question, just went off on tangents. So. Many. Tangents. Now it's 420 words.
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RandomSo. This is what happens after I read a good book, have nothing to write about, and visit http://www.themostdangerouswritingapp.com...Yeah, if anyone reads this, have fun.
