Trees are green because they have a green purpose, or as part of a process. Trees are green because it says everything, or because truth is inaccessible. Trees are green because that is what works best, unless we're wrong. Trees are green to inspire us, or because trees are that way somehow.
The heart itself has its own reason that reason itself cannot understand.
Some objects have little or no mass.
When one visits another country, it is never authentic. Because authentic things never happen there.
A lot of belly-button lint. More and more. Endless streams. Endless belly-button lint. Disappointing belly-button lint.
First of all, if you have more extreme problems, consult a doctor, as I am not an expert and I don't want you to dislocate anything.
If it is not a zero-sum game, the results can sometimes be positive.
Things change when its no big deal.
I have thought considerably more than most about the psychological implications of a society that considers big ears—which are not even part of the brain—to be a sign of stupidity.
Because the context sucks → Because high standards were applied → Because its challenging → Because I have a soul.
The major doors that we know lead to greater simplicity.
Put to an incomplete arbitrarily complicated task, however, the brain can be very limited.
Either life is peaches, or you're doomed, or you don't understand psychology.
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