Its a basic contradiction of my quest for the meaning of life.
Every post I write and every thought I think when it comes to this big riddle we are all involved in is that each postulation brings about at least two more questions.
Its a paradox but every thought brings up more questions. Is there a point where the questions start to get answered? Does this never ending cycle of questions fold down into a vortex where a single answer can be found?
dunno, hope so
That last post with the golden ball of spirit brought up a whole mess of ideas and questions. I don't even want to write about them. It seems pointless.