Whatever thoughts pop into mind and, for some reason, decide to stay there.
My mind was a timebomb that was set to explode,
so I packed up my cares, into the sunset I rode
a path to hell that's paved with good intentions
Well, what do you know?
April 27, 2020 at 1:55pm
“Man is the measure of all things: of the things that are, that they are, of the things that are not, that they are not.” — Protagoras The quest for truth is a common theme in such disparate disciplines as science, philosophy, theology and even art. If for no other reason than to improve the chances of survival, the human brain seems hard-wired for categorisation and abstraction. This is all well and good as we have neither long claws nor sharp teeth but instead our main tool is the ab... [Read more]