Some days you sit and let your thoughts swirl from one ellipse of your brain to the next, and wait for them to settle in some place that will give you relief. That relief is better than any other pleasure, including happiness, sex, and celebration. But when the thoughts swirl, they accumulate, subsuming other sub-thoughts, and transmorph is macroideas far more powerful than your own capability to dislodge them. that's why you have to be careful with your mind: it's more powerful than you are.
essentially, this is an argument for dualism: it is impossible to convince me that one's mind/soul is synonomous with one's brain matter. One's synapses and neurons are their own entity, but the mind is transcendent in much the same way that a thought a dream seeps below reality's line.
why did i name this blog hell ass crap? because i thought i'd write about how much i like cursing, but I digressed somewhere after one shitty paragraph and turned this into an argument for the existence of one's soul. i hope Someone up there is proud, because it took a lot more work than I'm willing to put into most things.
stay classy souls,
mc hell ass crap