A Rant. Randomness. It's always good, isn't it? I've always wondered why we've been put on this earth. What is the purpose of life? I mean, besides procreating and what not. Wouldn't it be much more efficient if the universe had not formed? Because then, squirrels wouldn't have to expend so much energy scurrying around all summer hoarding nuts even though they will still lose so much weight that they have to do the same thing over and over again. What is the point? Must we all scurry around trying to further ourselves, only to find ourselves going through the same process over and over and over again, year after year? And I've always thought it curious that I should end up in this body with this consciousness. Is it just me? What if I'm the only "real" person out there? Is everyone else is just a figment of my imagination-- or someone else's imagination? What would it be like, if I were someone else? Would I be having the same thoughts and dreams? If I ended up in the wrong body, I wouldn't know, would I? Or would I? Then, as I try to place myself in someone else's consciousness, I wonder, was there any special reason I was placed in this body with this consciousness? It's not easy trying to fit in someone else's mind. But then I imagine all the other millions of people walking the planet. Each person has his or her own consciousness-- was he or she placed on this world in that way for a particular reason? I mean, sure, you can ask half a dozen people and their answer would be that everyone is placed for a particular reason, be it as entertainment for others or as a leader or as whatever. "Everyone has a purpose." Of course, then you wonder, is that really true? There are millions who die every day. What was their purpose? It's almost like a jealousy, sometimes. Why are some people "lucky" enough to be placed in their situation? With their talents and luck? Then I think to myself, I am really lucky as it is. Why was I so lucky? I ended up living in the US, I'm going to college, I have a great family and wonderful friends. I'm not hurting financially, and my world is stable. What more could I ask for? But why me? Why was I the one the chosen recipient of this consciousness? Is it even like that? I mean, a consciousness that you can claim... That would mean there was something else that claimed the consciousness, right? Another entity that could grab at my body and soul and say that it was me. Yet, it wouldn't be me, because the consciousness had been claimed by someone-- something(?)-- else. Isn't that just weird? back >>Contact<< Email:-:shippo_chan@yahoo.com Livejournal:-:livejournal.com/~shippouchan Xanga:-:xanga.com/shippouchan