tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441315565188331415.post3093116770714048295..comments2023-05-10T07:00:58.763-04:00Comments on kneeseespieces: kneeseehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03415581724649771580noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441315565188331415.post-16006742123823384882010-09-29T14:54:09.049-04:002010-09-29T14:54:09.049-04:00well said wise manwell said wise mankneeseehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03154195665147750609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4441315565188331415.post-79812210325746390252010-09-29T11:24:02.770-04:002010-09-29T11:24:02.770-04:00i agree. i used to find this fascinating on every ...i agree. i used to find this fascinating on every family vacation i would take as a kid... <br /><br />we think, as humans, selfishly. i mean that, more specifically, we think in terms of our periphery and are only aware of what our senses can immediately distinguish at any given time... and that's crazy... to think there is something going on a few hundred feet from me that we have no idea of knowing what it is... and not to give it a second thought?<br /><br />every exit on the highway was this way for me growing up on those trips. you think, our "world" was but a road off another road off another road off this one particular exit on this one particular highway in this one state. what of all these countless others? <br /><br />imagining all the collective consciousness there was mind boggling. i think this is why i started to listen to music much more. thinking like that in full contemplation with no answers just leaves us so unfulfilled...<br /><br />i'm not saying things are any different now. i still see those exits and it puts me in my place. i'm just a speck of dust in the grand scheme of things.KVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17166684163655380853noreply@blogger.com