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Anaxagoras was considered the first Athenian philosopher. He believed that grain composed of flesh, bone, hair etc. He was interested in how food can turn into flesh and bone.

 Has anyone of you ever thought of that? I mean the idea of food being food; not only keeps you alive but enhances your growth both physically and mentally. If u have, I am humbled, If you haven’t then I am indifferent. Again sorry about the repetitiveness but due to my shock/awe have u wondered how a baby gradually develops and grow both mentally and physically with the existence of food introduced to the body? It’s just so natural, so fundamental that we ceased to give it any thought and take it for granted..

 I am not even at the stage of thinking of it from a scientific perspective. I am just very concerned with the thought of how could he have thought of it and why after soo long and not even through my own perception/ knowledge did I even had the faintest notion of such a thought. I had to be introduced to something as obvious through a book. When all the while I led a 'normal life' and a little bit of exaggeration why not, nonchalantly in ignorance.     

 Now if we look at it from a scientific point of view, we know that it wasn’t the food per say but the nutrients in the food that causes a child to grow out limbs, bones and hair? What are these nutrients? But do they consist of flesh, bone, muscles and hair?

 The first time I read it, I read it with awe and a certain amount of delight for being exposed to this thought. However disappointment followed through almost immediately. How could I not even had the slightest thought; the faintest of idea to think of something as obvious and simple by myself? I asked. Here is a man from the Pre-Socratic period albeit a great one who came up with this thought. Again, what am I spewing about? Pretending as if the time we live in produces great minds or even giving myself the impression that I am capable of such thinking.

 A long time back I came to terms that no matter what I think, thought of, did or do; someone else have done or thought of what I think of or think of doing. Nothing that comes from me regardless of its source can ever be original or the primary. Though bothered a little at first with the thought I figured instead of troubling my mind over such matters that would not only lead to conundrums of the heart and failure; it’ll only be natural for me to accept the reality.

 Though, however, here is a thought that came devoid of outside sources… that would not be entirely true seeing that we are always affected and influenced by everything(I meant I didn’t hear or read this from anywhere).  I was thinking and was occupied by the idea of how can a man be happy when there is single person out there suffering? What kind of happiness allows one to feel happy while someone else is clouded/shrouded with misery? It’s just a thought to contemplate on.

 Though if u take a glance at the world and its people (My theory, well I am sure this isn’t even my theory, someone else must’ve thought of it, I just happen to think of it now.) one would definitely say that it is a failed theory. I on the other hand would uphold the belief that a man can reach contentment or attainment of many attributes, attributed to superficiality but still fail to reach happiness when unhappiness affects another.

 Therefore all of these circus shows, the antics, the antiquities, the performances, these acts are lies and conjectures…

 I would, well I would like to say I’d like to continue…nah I’ll end this one here—embark   on a journey of humility and come to the acceptance that the drawback and limitation of man and his kind sees no boundaries; Speaking of which who knows how many other obvious knowledge that we are still in the dark about? I need painkillers. *joke*










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Often seen as cold, bitter and distant but in reality is cool, sweet and not very distant..haha Sometimes I feel like saying what Kierkegaard said, People understand me so poorly that they even dont understand my complain about them not understanding me. On the other hand often I assume of understanding people i guess its a given or an irony or something else..depends on how you see it..
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