After spending endless hours scouring the Internet for exactly the right merfolk to put into my new Magic deck, I realized how ridiculous my time spent had become. I do not often let myself think the way I am meant to... bound by the wants and needs of the flesh I don't often allow my mind to open and reflect upon the amazing world around me.
A few weeks ago, my friend and I were thinking about existence and the depth of it. First we started with the thought that not only are we made up of cells, but the only thing that differentiates us from non-living things are the fact that we are a group of cells trying to survive. I mean all living things base every decision they make on survival, and really we are no different.
I mean really every decision you make revolves around survival... we eat to survive... we breathe to survive.... we do everything, even worship to survive. Why? What is so great about "survival" or is it all we know?
Even now as I transpose these thoughts to words I realized how tough it is to swallow...