Question Can’t Stop Asking.
the questions with no answer.
Do you ever go on a walk and wonder where the hell you’re going, and not just that but why you’re walking, and where you’re coming from. Who exactly is thinking?
Maybe it’s a dumb question, or maybe it’s dumb not to ask, it’ll hit me at random times in random places on the metro or when I’m walking to the woods. Who exactly is walking? I don’t even know why I’m thinking these thoughts. But my conclusion, always ends up being that the world just doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.
Let’s start with the fact that we live on a floating rock and are literally only alive thanks to eat fireball in the sky trillions of microorganisms that you cannot see live in and on your body, you’re able to understand what I’m saying thanks to your brain’s ability to decipher words which now come to you in the form of sound waves that I made with my mouth and opening in the lower part of my face that I used to consume food and water.
You speak English, of course because of a group of Island people that were good at boats and love a very polite old lady that was a piece of metal on her head from time to time. I could do this all day. This doesn’t get a lot better than the picture of present day life.
