The logical conclusion is “You are not self aware.Your consciousness is so limited to yourself you can not comprehend anyone else having the same insight as you have. Yet you realize you are not the smartest thing on the planet, so are bundled up in your limited space.”
Someday your shell will be broken into. Let’s not hope it happens just are you’re dying. That leaves you little time have fun.
Me, I’m happy being an paranoid schizophrenic paraphrastic Philosopher.
Time to water the helpless (potted plants and garden prisoners). Even as the water droplets fly by they reflect: my image, the world around me, the space, the energy, the universe moving endlessly, inevitably, with purpose to continue doing what it does.
Having worked in several bureaucratic positions, I am not too distressed not knowing the eventual outcome of all our efforts. Hopefully it’s more than just a mission statement.
More later. If there is a later. I mean, there is always a later, and in this case it’s really good ice cream with fresh strawberries and real chocolate sauce. Seriously, Seattle, May 1st, downtown looney demonstrations,80 degrees (yes, 80!) and I’m going to philosophize the next three hours, pull weeds, watch baseball, poke the cat, hug the honey.
Somewhere in a galaxy far away or maybe not, others are doing the exact same thing. Hard to prove, but send me your money and I will give you the documentation.
Unfortunately I can not transport you to any of these places because the carrier is racist. They will only take me. I am working on getting them to be more inclusive but they are stubborn. Find me the perfect fresh apricot and I may be able to more galaxies, however.