Why am I a cat?
What is the reason my consciousness is attached to my furry brain?
And what exactly are we when we’re dead, or even sleeping?
Do we cease to exist when we’re not conscious?
And isn’t it amazing…
… that we can freely imagine such vivid worlds with continuous stories in our dreams…
… while expending absolutely no conscious effort?
The capability of conscious thought is infinitesimal compared to our subconscious minds.
If you thought really slow, could you see the movement of the moon?
What defines beauty anyway?
Certainly some of what defines how beauty is perceived is genetic?
Do cats find sunrises beautiful?
If not, would we at least…
… find sunbeams beautiful?
If dolphins are supposedly so smart…
Wouldn’t they find their lack of fingers just frustrating?
To have evolved such brainpower, but…
…they can only swim around, with those flippers.
You won’t see them posting comments here, because they couldn’t use a computer, even if it were waterproof.
But that’s enough pondering for one day. Yawn! Meow.