Hey, guess what today is? In the US, it’s either Columbus Day or Indigenous People Day, and in Canada it’s Thanksgiving! Pick your holiday and have a good one!
It’s also time for Share Your World! Melanie has the prompts over at her place, as well as badges and whatnot, and the rules, in the event you want to play along (and why not?).
And awaaaaaaaay we go!
Are we “here” or do we just think we are? (A metaphysical question today folks.) Can you prove your point of view? Interesting question. Reminds me of this scene from Blazing Saddles.
There are times I think that we’re all figments of the imagination of an autistic boy, kind of like St. Elsewhere. Or that what we call "here" is in a jar on a shelf, the remnants of a science experiment on which the experimenter got a C minus. In any event, we still end up thinking we’re here, whether or not we actually are. So, for all intents and purposes, we’re "here," whether or not "here" exists.
Which brings up another question: Where are we when we’re having a dream? This is a weird thing that happens to me: sometimes I’ll wake up from a dream and think I’m back in the home of my teens, and that the rest of my family is outside the room, but then I’ll realize that no, I’m here with Mary and I’m in my own home in Georgia. Other times I wake up in a room that is like the room I was asleep in, but it won’t actually be the room, because I’ll wake up again and there’s no trace of anything that happened in the room before.
I know, I’m getting weird. Let’s move on.
From an identity stand-point, which would be the worst for you personally to lose? Your face, your body or your voice? Which do YOU identify with most strongly for your own sense of self? Geez, out of the frying pan, huh? Probably my face, simply because neither my body nor my voice is that big a deal.
Do you have a ‘song’? If you’re part of a couple, you could use “your couple’s song” OR a song that’s just always resonated with you. Not really, kind of funny for a person who posts 30 or more songs to his blog in an average week.
Are ghosts real or has someone been smoking something and just imagines them? I’ll leave the door open on this one. There are stories about famous ones, like "Resurrection Mary," who allegedly haunts Resurrection Cemetery in Chicago, and just about anywhere you go you hear ghost stories, but I haven’t had any personal contact with any. Not like these kids, anyway…
Notice how cosplayers would rather be Velma than Daphne?
See you in the funny papers!