|an ant on a farm|
There is no such thing as silence. Almost like there is no such thing as time or language or absolute nothing.
Initially, I thought it would be lovely to experience pure silence. Seconds later I rethought that idea.
If there is such a thing as "complete silence". By this I mean no external sounds and internal.
You would die. If it was complete silence you would hear your breathing, your pulse, vibrations, your thoughts most importantly.
Ultimatley pure silence can lead to one of 2 things. Insanity or death.
Every day I begin to question reality more and more. Ideas. Things that I never once thought about, now I completley rethink and over and over again these thoughts lead to the answer, that not much is real.
Take time for instance, manmade concept. Different cultures have different calenders. What if back in the day someone decided to make a day have 2 sunrises and 2 sunsets. The entire way of life would be different. Different working periods, play periods, sleep, school, everything.
I wish I could be productive.
I saw ghost world today. I enjoyed. I like thora birch.
I'm going to go do something