All things provide inspiration, sometimes my thoughts carry me
I think a lot about life. The things that people say. Dreams that
are never fulfilled, or are forgotten. Love, and hate. I think
about the world, all of the places I want to see, all of the people
I want to meet. I think about the ocean, and how much I miss it, or
love it, or want to see it; how vast and cold it is, or the color
of its waves given your location and the time of year. I think
about sports sometimes, and I sometimes think about strange things
like I wonder what would happen if every person in a particular
country went on strike or moved somewhere else and refused to come
back until conditions were met. Chocolate. The way yogurt is made.
The effects of drug abuse (such as caffeine) or addiction on the
psychological state of a human being given certain conditions. And
the differences if conditions are changed to such and such degrees.
Plato's Allegory. Insanity...
I can create entire worlds in seconds, and people in milliseconds.
And I wonder what it is that makes a person able to do so, and how
another is able to percieve and envision what another has created.
And I think time and time again about Descartes insufficient
conclusion "Cogito ergo sum", because he should have questioned
where thought came from and didn't.