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Memory is a bitch.
The past only matters through its constant influence on what I am. Otherwise, thinking about it is a waste of my time.
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Dogs are metaphors on four legs. They don't give a damn about anything except doing what they do. Fatigue isn't a factor; they just live. We humans have a lot to learn from them.
Yet I realize my motives originate from my environment and heritage. And, of course my mind has access to these references and it thinks on its own at a different level than the conscious thoughts occurring to me.
My contemplations are persistent, but where is the value in constantly writing this observation down, and where does it end?
Each cycle of thinking about this and other philosophies ends with the same conclusion. Theory is great, but is it really necessary to understand so much? Do I need to know how I got here simply to be?