Fant-Astic

I'm concepting. I'm waxing philosophical. I've got no motivation. Well, I have huge motivation. Just finished editing a revise of one of our books. But that's not why I'm posting.

Sometimes I wonder how much a good education gets in the way of honest philosophy. Is a person a better thinker because they know what other people have thought? Are their ideas, therefore, new? Or are they just rehashing the original ideas again, in a modern concept? In my musings, I wrote the following:

"It might be chance.

It might be fate.

Whatever it is, people make friends of acquaintances.

It might be because they work together. It might be because of some inner connection. It might be because they get trapped in a small elevator for hours. Or fifteen minutes. Or just three floors.

You’ll know why it begins. You’ll be able to say, after it’s begun, why it began. It’s not mysterious why it begun.

The mystery is that it began at all."

Sounds good, huh? But it's as pointless as this blog. Reality seems to be built on common sense, and whoever voices it first, gets the points. Someone should make a video game.