I wonder if, at this point, I might derail your thread…
If, for the sake of argument, I assume that I am capable of “thought” does this mean that I have a soul? Do I have a soul, or my mind just thinks that I have one? Is having a soul and the process of "thought" the same? I'm really confused.
Frankly, I’m at a point where I "think" that when I die I won’t bother about anything at all.
You meet people everywhere. Type of environment might help strike that little conversation.
At supermarkets I always manage to get hold of a trolley with wonky wheels and an evil mind of its own. I always manage to hit someone on their bum.
Crying shame I always manage to run over a big beefy stevedore, who has a bad sense of humour and can't find the particular brand of sanitary towels his wife asked him to get for her.
Through experience I can tell you that some people will try to misrepresent themselves in real life – even easier to do on the internet.
I’m NOT saying that people are misrepresenting themselves HERE, I’m simply saying that it is possible.
With regards to reading between the lines in forum posts or profiles to build up a mental picture of the poster – you enter the realms of preconception at your own risk. You need to live with a person for a long time before you start scratching the surface.
With regards to posting of outdated pictures I would have no comments to make right now seeing that I am one of the “faceless”. But remember that certain people may have more than one “face” not just physical but also psychological.
Is it fair? No it isn’t fair nor is it acceptable, but lots of things in life aren’t fair.
Maybe we should put up a warning “Pictures are for reference only, actual items may vary”?
I'm certain that, should there ever be peace on this planet (reasonable doubt exists), we would make a great anthem together. Problem is I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket and the last time I tried to sing some rather insensitive people reported a cat being passed through a mangle.
Yeah. Well, other things attract my attention on Tuesdays, like a three-headed monkey cycling past whilst singing Sweet Child of Mine or being run over by a circus elephant on a mono-cycle.
RE: Existance before existance.
A masterly summation. Basically, in the end that is all there is to it.