sympathy for the devil

these past few days are have been full of memories that wont be forgotten world wide and one of those is the October second massacre 40 years ago i wont get into detail because most people who I've tried to talk to about it seem really narrow-minded about the subject history tends to repeat itself is something I've heard many times and in the back of my mind it stays just like many other memories. Ive always been the type of person who can store and process more than one thought at a time i am very accurate with most things i try to solve and yet i know nothing. maybe knowing is overrated well actually knowing isn't overrated knowing is the foundation of our minds knowing that you can think makes you certain you are alive but who are you? a soul or a spirit and a better question what is your "MIND" something no one has ever been able to find millions of doctors have opened peoples heads and they've found a brain a skull but never a mind is it all just another puppet show we have grown to believe is real can we find our way out of this circus we call life? maybe all the things we dream can never come true
but you see maybe I'm WRONG maybe what we dream is real because we have to have a basis in order to dream it
if i dream of a purple elephant with pink stars does that mean that in some basis what i am dreaming is real
there are stars and they're are colors and maybe my mind has just altered all of these images in my mind and have just molded them into one dream
so i cannot be certain of many things but i know that i do exist because i have thoughts and you cannot exist without thoughts
I've heard many vague questions in my lifetime
for example
"if a tree falls in the middle of the Forrest does it make a sound"
the answer to that question is NO
when a tree falls it makes a vibration but if there is no producer in other words "EAR" a vibration cannot become a sound therefore it cannot make a sound it can create a vibration that can become a sound but again only if there is an ear to listen

my ideas are not simple images that can be easily corrupted
they are formed arguments that have meaning to whom i am not sure yet but i know that i exist because i am capable of having thought
I'm not just a mindless puppet with strings but a human with thoughts



this blog was inspired by the only clever person i know
my clevergirl

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