Picture © Marie-Lan Nguyen / Wikimedia Commons
The above picture reminds me of one my wife took of me (see below). The guy above was the Italian philosopher, Bruno. He was burned at the stake. I wonder if I could hold to my convictions enough to suffer death for them.
I want to move on from my last bottom dwelling post. I don't want to dwell on it, but I do dwell on universal questions at times. Wouldn't it be cool to get paid as a philosopher. I'd set up shop at a bar. Nothing like a little drink to get the thoughts pouring out on to the floor.
I have always wondered about the world. I thought everyone did.
I was not medicated as a child, but I ate some dog food once. Well actually it was a dog treat. You know those milk-bone treats?
I was curious why our dog liked them and was even willing to do tricks for them. I still don't know why our dog ate them. They didn't taste like a treat to me. I missed my chance to publish my philosophy of dog treats.
I just finished an interesting thought provoking article in Scientific American. I will post about it soon but I want to dwell on it a little. But I don't want to dwell on the bottom.
Oh that picture - here -