It's a good place to think. A BENCH. To mull over ideas. That's my madness. Everywhere I look I seepatterns. Patterns are someone's idea, someone's creation. Order is recklessly rearranging the furniturearound us. Old buildings being replaced by new buildings. Old people dropping dead at the feet ofchildren. Order giving birth in the ashes of death. Order is my God. Patterns are His skin. I need auniverse in which everything makes sense.
What else is consciousness for?
It's a good place to think. A BENCH. To mull over ideas. That's my madness. Everywhere I look I seepatterns. Patterns are someone's idea, someone's creation. Order is recklessly rearranging the furniturearound us. Old buildings being replaced by new buildings. Old people dropping dead at the feet ofchildren. Order giving birth in the ashes of death. Order is my God. Patterns are His skin. I need auniverse in which everything makes sense.
What else is consciousness for?