Been thinkin':
'IT IS WHAT IT IS'~what is it, where is it and what is it that it is?
I have realized that I think from the middle out..ya know~start in the middle and go to the end and then back to the middle and then when all else fails, go to the beginning.
What's more satisfying~the illusion or the reality?
If I never knew you~I would never miss you.
Am I going be bored when I am dead, will I know it and how long is death anyway?
"A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: 'Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time.' When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, "The one I fee the most." George Bernard Shaw. This is a thought I put to use all the time.
Why did I have 'real bad hair' days and young girls and women don't now?
Worry is my symptom of feeling powerless.
I always wonder where all the lost things in life go...to some corner of the world just waiting to be found?
Where do all the words and thoughts we think go when we put them out in the 'Universe'? Do they stay out there forever?
Anyone have any thots they'd like to contribute that they have Thunk?
