A couple of things I often think about:
- Consciousness. What is it and how does it happen? How did it form? What is the purpose of it?
- Death. What is it that ends when something dies? The assumption about death seems to involve the assumption that time is linear and is only one thing. I’m not so sure.
- The universe. Is there a such thing as infinity?
There was a dead spider on my coffee table.
Something about the encounter sparked my curiosity.
If you think about it, it’s an odd place to die. On a coffee table. I’ve often imagined what it would be like to die and I have to admit all of those scenarios have been quite dull and ordinary. In my mind I have died on my deathbed as an old person, slowly swaying into nothingness. I’ve died in an accident, a quick crash and that’s it. I’ve died in my sleep, I’ve died wanting to, I’ve died, I’ve died, I’ve died.
But never on a coffee table.
If something exists, has it always existed? So is existence of a thing a coming together of other things? Nothing would be a singular thing but rather a gathering or a collaboration of stuff.
Do the things come together for a reason?
Or is it an accident?
And where do those things disperse into in the event of death?
On a slightly related note: I started writing a song today. I haven’t written one in a long time and I’ve never let anyone know about them. This time I’m not going to be afraid and I’m just going to perform it to a camera, nothing fancy, just me. The song isn’t ready yet though, so I don’t know when you’d get to see it.
Nothing seems to make sense.