A question for the teacher, a question I'm almost sure there is not answer to...you can't tell me. I was thinking about how fucking old this place is, teh world, the universe, all the little green men...and the more I think of this the more I worry that we are a bunch of tiny cells living in a test tube, and Jazmine is the eyelash of a giant conscious being. Or maybe I jsut exist in Derricks mind...
If this were true, lets explore, implore, a whore, just go go now if you can. Okay now, we've restarted our enginese and we are off...
I'm fighting for my own existence, I know this, I feel it. In everything. In my scorn for time. Like Sisyphus. There is that fucking rock...so I'm fighting, why not be in someone else's mind? It seems as logical, more real to me, than if I were fighting for my existence in a wide universe of questions. It's just too fucking old to guess? Ya dig?
The fact is I have the power to question this, and that could mean that I am a conscious thinking being, or it could mean that I am trying to believe I have a purpose because I am fighting with myself over whethor or not I actually exist.
And if I have the ability to rationalize, to ask these questions, the fact that the god damn flower knew without being told, to grow pollen for the bee, could all that mean that there is something significant. There has to be more than just me, more than just one man's mind, or merely is it just the mind is too great and ancient for me to grasp and therefor I lack understanding to realize they are one and the same. We ask why to the great brain, we are too small to recieve and anwer...but we do ask why, we are real, we have pain and nerves and we cry. Like nothing else on earth we have choice, we have emotion enought to feel things like guilt. Do animals feel guilt?