There was something very neat about him, a tidy countenance, a clear presence.
None would have guessed that he suffered from physical aches and from mental maladies though these were growing less as he grew older. He liked to think of them as growing pains as insufferable as they were, he had to see them that way.
To experience life without reflection would surely cause some depression at least until that got boring. It was necessary for him to contemplate matters of suffering and to ask questions about the nature of the body and the soul.
None would have guessed that he suffered from physical aches and from mental maladies though these were growing less as he grew older. He liked to think of them as growing pains as insufferable as they were, he had to see them that way.
To experience life without reflection would surely cause some depression at least until that got boring. It was necessary for him to contemplate matters of suffering and to ask questions about the nature of the body and the soul.
What is this biological vehicle that senses pain and pleasure and houses a personality of sorts that also has feelings of deprivation and satisfaction?
There is nothing more tedious than a human that never questions the nature of reality, not that tedious equates to boring rather it just isn't interesting.
Should one always feel some sense of unease, whether it be doubts about sex or anxiety concerning identity?
What after all are feelings other than thoughts mixed up with hormones?
It was these above mentioned states that allowed him his movement.
There is nothing more tedious than a human that never questions the nature of reality, not that tedious equates to boring rather it just isn't interesting.
Should one always feel some sense of unease, whether it be doubts about sex or anxiety concerning identity?
What after all are feelings other than thoughts mixed up with hormones?
It was these above mentioned states that allowed him his movement.
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