Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Food for thought:

"We are nothing but a thought"---my Art Prof.
Imagine if aliens came to earth and told you you were not a human but a rubber ball. Who is to say that you AREN'T a rubber ball anyways? Everything is just a construction of thoughts. And thoughts are relative.
Just as dreams. After all, our very existance is confined by the boundaries of someone else' dream. In this sense, are we never free? Are we perpetually trapped, even in the dreams of another person?

The significance of paper cuts. Imagine the pain a single sheet of paper inflicts when it slices your skin. It is so unnoticeable and yet it has the power to make you bleed and cry. You can't foresee it coming....and it acts for merely a few seconds...and yet, the pain is so sharp. The resilience of the skin is torn by the thickness of a single sheet of paper which is not more than the width of a single strand of hair.
Amazing.

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