Maybe it’s about the breasts? Those two bumps; how can they have anything to do with it? I spend a lot of time looking at them, comparing them, and wondering why. What’s the attraction? Maybe it’s not the breasts, maybe it’s the women. The breasts just lead you to them so to speak. No, it’s not the women; attractive as they are this line of thought is still a distraction from the question of what is the point to life? Women to one side.
I’m sitting outside a book shop drinking coffee and despite it being summer the sky is heavy with dark clouds. I feel calm. Remarkably calm. I feel that something is about to happen. Something so major that there is nothing I can do to stop it. Major for me would be something along the lines of the Earth moving closer to the Sun or another Ice age. In the face of such an event the mortgage becomes pointless along with the need to start thinking seriously about a pension. All of the exams, interviews and 15 years of career turmoil drift off into obscurity. It’s pointless all completely pointless. I feel calm, and yet I still haven’t found the point to life. Death isn’t the point to life; it’s too much of a terminal throwaway option for me.
Every thing including me is composed of atoms. All that differentiates me from a rock is the density and grouping of those atoms. There is space between the atoms, in much the same way as there is space between the stars and planets. I wonder if life is some kind of circle. Look up at the sky with a telescope and you see planets orbiting stars in much the same way as electrons orbit the nucleus. Look down through a microscope and you see atoms that look like planetary systems. As beautiful as the imagery is I still don’t see the point.
Taking the subject further it would be logical to assume that we are a part of everything since we are all comprised of atoms.