I contend that we are both atheists. I just believe in one less god than you do. When you understand why you dismiss all other possible gods, you will understand why I dismiss yours.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm back. It's been a long sabbatical, and...wait, what do you mean"when did you leave"? Bastards, the lot of you.
Anyhow.
To bring the blog up to date - its been a couple of weeks since my exams ended - the most irritating, stifling, mind numbing set of papers that I've ever had the misfortune to try and cook up answers for. Yes, I know, it was more like 'cock up answers for', but nonetheless. Time will tell, and with any luck, it'll whisper.
I've had a bunch of crazy thoughts in the past few weeks - unfortunately, none of which I seem to be able to work into a complete post. It's INCREDIBLY aggravating, when after a good three hours or patiently reconstructing the previous night's drunken conversation, you realise that that incandescently brilliant thought you were having was just a lightbulb messing with your head. Here's what I mean.
Can you remember the point where you fell asleep? (Wait, wait, before you wet yourself with indignation, Moose, I fully admit, this was your idea to begin with. Read on, though, I got a googly for you.) Anyhow. Unless you're just trying to be plain aggravating, or, for that matter, Goosey, the answer is no. You remember the run up to it, might remember a few of the fragmented thoughts just before takeoff, but the actual point where you go from being awake, to being asleep, is not really one that you can pick out of a lineup.
So, there must be some sort of switch that...err...switches us between these two states. There's the aware state, which I suppose is the higher mental state (unless there are some of you buggers out there that do more intelligent thinking while asleep than awake), and then there's the asleep state, where the brain is doing it's own thing, the metaphorical example of a really good piss up after a hard days work. Here comes the twist though. What if someone was to fall asleep, and then have the switch short itself out? Are you alive or dead? Yes, yes, you supercilious bastards, I know it's called a coma. Nonetheless. Okay, add another twist to it. What if the switch is working fine, but the higher brain dies? Now are you alive, or just a carcass waiting to stop breathing?
See what I mean about the lightbulb? It's a fascinatingly interesting idea, until you realise that it doesn't really go anywhere. Makes you wonder about evolution, though. What in the name of all that's small and twinkly, did the brain go through on it's way from there to here? Why would it need a separate state of existence? Sounds kinda suspicious to me. Can one sue their own brain for misrepresentation?
For all those of you who object to my nonsense, I'd like to invite all of you to reread the title of my blog.
Anyhow.
Now that we know one another a little better, I'm sure we'll be meeting more often. No, I don't kiss on the first date. Goodnight.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm back. It's been a long sabbatical, and...wait, what do you mean"when did you leave"? Bastards, the lot of you.
Anyhow.
To bring the blog up to date - its been a couple of weeks since my exams ended - the most irritating, stifling, mind numbing set of papers that I've ever had the misfortune to try and cook up answers for. Yes, I know, it was more like 'cock up answers for', but nonetheless. Time will tell, and with any luck, it'll whisper.
I've had a bunch of crazy thoughts in the past few weeks - unfortunately, none of which I seem to be able to work into a complete post. It's INCREDIBLY aggravating, when after a good three hours or patiently reconstructing the previous night's drunken conversation, you realise that that incandescently brilliant thought you were having was just a lightbulb messing with your head. Here's what I mean.
Can you remember the point where you fell asleep? (Wait, wait, before you wet yourself with indignation, Moose, I fully admit, this was your idea to begin with. Read on, though, I got a googly for you.) Anyhow. Unless you're just trying to be plain aggravating, or, for that matter, Goosey, the answer is no. You remember the run up to it, might remember a few of the fragmented thoughts just before takeoff, but the actual point where you go from being awake, to being asleep, is not really one that you can pick out of a lineup.
So, there must be some sort of switch that...err...switches us between these two states. There's the aware state, which I suppose is the higher mental state (unless there are some of you buggers out there that do more intelligent thinking while asleep than awake), and then there's the asleep state, where the brain is doing it's own thing, the metaphorical example of a really good piss up after a hard days work. Here comes the twist though. What if someone was to fall asleep, and then have the switch short itself out? Are you alive or dead? Yes, yes, you supercilious bastards, I know it's called a coma. Nonetheless. Okay, add another twist to it. What if the switch is working fine, but the higher brain dies? Now are you alive, or just a carcass waiting to stop breathing?
See what I mean about the lightbulb? It's a fascinatingly interesting idea, until you realise that it doesn't really go anywhere. Makes you wonder about evolution, though. What in the name of all that's small and twinkly, did the brain go through on it's way from there to here? Why would it need a separate state of existence? Sounds kinda suspicious to me. Can one sue their own brain for misrepresentation?
For all those of you who object to my nonsense, I'd like to invite all of you to reread the title of my blog.
Anyhow.
Now that we know one another a little better, I'm sure we'll be meeting more often. No, I don't kiss on the first date. Goodnight.
2 comments:
okay, very good, but where's the reconstruction?
oh, and i can usually remember the last thing we were talking about before i fell asleep. not the last thing YOU said, necessarily, but certainly the last thing I did.
as for putting together the fragments, that's what your laptop is for you fool! get to it.
laptop has been appropriated by the ma. i'll try and get my hands on it, but she's all gung ho about getting tech savvy..
anyhow, i made a first attempt. it's too, TOO large to write at one go. look at how far the first two lines in the synopsis have stretched.
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