Friday, July 17, 2009

Profundity

Think of an experience from your childhood, something you remember clearly: something you can see, feel,maybe even smell as if you were really there. After all, you were really there, weren't you? How else would you remember it? Well, here's the bombshell. You weren't there. Not a single atom that is in your body today was there when that event took place. Matter flows from place to place and momentarily comes together to be you. Whatever you are, therefore, you are not the stuff of which you are made.

15 comments:

we're doomed said...

Carla stop eating the funny mushrooms. LOL
But still an interesting thesis.

NYD said...

Is that true for all the rest of the stuff I see around me? How about the lucky dollar I've carried in my wallet for the last thirty five years?

Carla said...

We're Doomed, One of the many mysteries of life.

NYD, Probably. I've always wanted a lucky dollar...a real one.

poetoftheisles said...

Intrigued of thought and worthy of further analysis.

Isle Dance said...

Oh, dang. Just when I thought I had things figured out. :o)

Carla said...

Peter, Perhaps, or maybe not.

Isle Dance, What do I know? I don't think I have any hope of ever figuring things out.

paris parfait said...

Hmmm, this reminds me of the physicist's theory about all time existing simultaneously.

thailandchani said...

Very true! If nothing else is true, everything is always changing.



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Debbie said...

Wow. Things that make ya go, hmmmm.

Carla said...

Paris Parfait, There's so much we don't know, isn't there?

Chani, Things are changing, but sometimes it all seems to be the same.

Carla said...

Debbie, There are so many things that make me do that.

Pamela said...

well heck -- why is there more of me in this place now then? I WANT A REFUND. h ah aha ha ha.

Carla said...

Pamela, Exactly!

dawn said...

Quite profound. Makes a person think of those memories we have where we 'weren't really there at all'.

Carla said...

Dawn, Makes me wonder if reality is just a figment of our imagination.