Reply With QuoteI thought I was having a thought once, but it was just gas.
Brains, man. They're fuckin weird as shit.
Why do the electrical impulses going through the goo and fibers and stuff inside my skull produce carbon dating, internal combustion engines, guitars, and hamburger cookouts?
What is thought? How does just lightning going through amino acids and junk produce all these TORRENTS UPON TORRENTS OF INTERCONNECTED GARBAGE!?!
...It is just mind boggling, how mind boggling everything is sometimes.
Your thoughts, on thought. Go.
"I find this all to be highly inappropriate."
I thought I was having a thought once, but it was just gas.
Brains, man. They're fuckin weird as shit.
For Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting. Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge. Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm. Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear. Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs. Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque. Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm. Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real. Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul. Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming. Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies. Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be. Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger. Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us when we are unmindful, and loves us in our imperfection.
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