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There is no such thing as time. I mean, there is no physical reality to time. No stuff. No goo. No dimension. Ontologically, time is a concept only. It is a comparison, a ratio actually, between two physical changes, one of which is periodic (regular and repeating) and so countable. Be it the vibration of a subatomic partical, the rotation of the earth, the ticking of a second hand, all that really exists is the physical event being used as a clock and whatever other event is being measured. The idea of time as a thing in itself, a physical dimension, is an artifact of the linearity of the language used to express the concept.
The next time you're out riding and you wind up behind, next to, or underneith one of these and you just want to scream, repeat to yourself...a Hummer is also a blow job....a Hummer is also a blow job....
Do not confuse my rational disinterest with apathy. I proactively do not give a fuck...
The intersection of puberty and menopause is a good place to get in an accident...
The amount of tips you've made so far is directly related to how bad you gotta pee...
Anybody who doubts there's life on other planets obviously hasn't done any serious weeding...
The existence of God is obvious....the nature of God is the issue...
Not playing golf is how I rejected my father's values....
We wonder if death is the end, yet accept without question that birth is the beginning....
Damn, that sounded like elevator philosophy....
2+2=4...
OK...Better now...
Try it this way....did you ever get the feeling that you're not all here....in the sense that you weren't completely born....that some part of you has always been on the other side....waiting....
Go outside, pick up a stone, hold it in your hand and consider this: the answer to the Great Why (Why does the apple fall? Why do bad things happen to good people? Why do I exist?) is simple....the creator has no choice....god needs to be....god must be....in every possible way, in every possible detail, in every possibility.....thus, the universe....what then do you hold in your hand?.....god, of course....not that the stone is god ,,,,but that god is the stone,,,,the stone is god becoming.....as are you.....
You know what the best part is about birthdays as you get older?.....the spankins take so long....
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