Yesterday night i had a chat with Scott Kiloby.
From that i now am more confused, brain-mashed than before. Not that it's a bad thing. Things are simply more and more intangible, unreal and yet they are so bloody convincing!
What is time? Is there such thing? I can make out there is just this moment ever. When watching seconds pass by on the clock, the previous second is but a memory, there is no proof now it ever existed, the next second is an expectation only.
And yet: isn't there movement? It all seems to change all the time. Perhaps here is the key: is all seems to change. Can i ever make sure of anything?
There is just one thing known for sure: IS. Sadly, Benjamin's mind is not satisfied with that only...
From that i now am more confused, brain-mashed than before. Not that it's a bad thing. Things are simply more and more intangible, unreal and yet they are so bloody convincing!
What is time? Is there such thing? I can make out there is just this moment ever. When watching seconds pass by on the clock, the previous second is but a memory, there is no proof now it ever existed, the next second is an expectation only.
And yet: isn't there movement? It all seems to change all the time. Perhaps here is the key: is all seems to change. Can i ever make sure of anything?
There is just one thing known for sure: IS. Sadly, Benjamin's mind is not satisfied with that only...
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