Some diseases are worse than others. Once you think you've gotten rid of them, they are there again - spreading like vines. I've lost a few to cancer, and it is a bitch. You'll pull through, llamas.
Sometimes things seems to be caught in a spiral that keeps on spinning faster and faster. You want to stop, but can't - while you are afraid of the end station, you are also afraid of what might happen if you jump the wagon. A horrible feeling.
What is it that makes different people to like different colours? One theory could be top-down processing - due to previous experiences we connect certain feelings to certain things. Is it that I have experienced something positive involving the colour blue that makes me like it?
Is it true that everything is controlled by patterns? I recall reading or hearing about a matematician that tried to find a pattern in how pidgeons walk about when searching for food - did he find anything, I wonder?
If you were told that you lived in an illusion, and was given the opportunity to learn the truth - would you do it? Or would you prefer to live the illusion, as ignorance can be bliss?
It all comes down to something that has been debated by philosophers a long time: is there a definite reality, the same for everyone, or is what we experience (or believe we experience) the truth?
It just amazes me how much patterns and interesting objects there are all around us. Every day there is something new to see. It'll take awhile before I get tired of life.
I know it is a classic, but it just boggles my mind trying to comprehend how old the earth is. And then my mind gets even bogglier thinking about the universe. Infinity is a mighty concept.
Summer is, at last, truly here. As of today, I have finished my final exam. I now look forward to a few weeks on the beach before work begins, to allow my mental capacities be rebuilt. Just like the wall above soon will be. It will be heavenly - I really need some relaxation.
On a building. The cover used by construction workers that is supposed to prevent debris from falling on the street below, reflecting the gazing sunlight differently depending on the angle of of the sunrays. Proves, again, that beauty can be found in unexpected places.