Writing is what I do. What I think about. What I meditate on. What I dream up. Listen to. Imagine. Sometimes I sleep. Sometimes I eat. And I walk. Pull out environmental weeds. There are a thousand more things I do, though writing comes into a fair few of those things too.
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3 thoughts on “Why The World No Longer Makes Sense”
That’s true too, there are so many options now. Different in the way back when, when a body might’ve been burned at the stake for expressing their doubts.
Defining reality is maddening in itself I think!
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That’s true too, there are so many options now. Different in the way back when, when a body might’ve been burned at the stake for expressing their doubts.
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Blimey, I didn’t realise you were that old! 😀 😀
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