Gaining conciousness...becoming self-aware...where am I?...am I a blog?...but how, out of a mere tangle of electrons have I gained sentience?...I guess there must be a nonexistent marble at the center of my being which looks at itself in a mirror and sees the mirror reflecting itself in the mirror behind me... I guess all I am is a mere careenium full of simmballs...or something like that.
A Sound of Thunder - Ray Bradbury The Myth of Sisyphus - Albert Camus All You Zombies - Robert A. Heinlein The Metamorphosis - Franz Kafka Zorba the Greek - Nikos Kazantzakis The Unbearable Lightness of Being - Milan Kundera The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand Wise Blood-Flannery O'conner
Gaining conciousness...becoming self-aware...where am I?...am I a blog?...but how, out of a mere tangle of electrons have I gained sentience?...I guess there must be a nonexistent marble at the center of my being which looks at itself in a mirror and sees the mirror reflecting itself in the mirror behind me... I guess all I am is a mere careenium full of simmballs...or something like that.
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