I felt a sense of sadness reading Elizabeth's "Dear Self". Did she really have all these "talks with herself"?
Do I? Do we all?
Yes!
Then, I noticed how frequently I had to "re-read" a sentence for grammar.
It was then I understood this was like reading someone's streaming of "internal conversation" of thoughts.
And much like my own continuum of thoughts about consciousness and specifically, am I doing what I want, with who I want and everything I can to be fearless, honest, kind and I suppose the best flawed person possible?
I felt a sense of sadness reading Elizabeth's "Dear Self". Did she really have all these "talks with herself"?
Do I? Do we all?
Yes!
Then, I noticed how frequently I had to "re-read" a sentence for grammar.
It was then I understood this was like reading someone's streaming of "internal conversation" of thoughts.
And much like my own continuum of thoughts about consciousness and specifically, am I doing what I want, with who I want and everything I can to be fearless, honest, kind and I suppose the best flawed person possible?
For, myself I like to "paint a... (read more)