The Depth of an Eye

What exactly is a person looking at when he/she looks into someone's eyes? Some say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Well, they seem like they're a passage somewhere. As I look around I see books, a TV, lights, walls and a ceiling. But my eyes are not seeing, they are relaying a message elsewhere. What would the eyes be without the brain, the interpreter? It's true that without eyes, one could not see, but without a brain a person could not see either. Which leads me to my next question. Where am I? I am certainly not my eyes because if they were closed or if I lost them, I would still exist. They seem to be a tool to help me through life. The same could be said for all of my body parts. I often stop to think how little control I have over my body. I mean, if I had to digest something all by myself (with my conscience mind), I wouldn't know where to start. Or, ask me how to reproduce a cell. I don't know! But my body does it all the time. I go through my life thinking about what TV show to watch or what song to listen to and my body is doing all this work to keep me alive. So, where am I? Where do I start and my body ends? Do I take up any space at all? Am I my brain? My heart? When I use the key board, and wonder how the computer gets the signal from the key to the letter on the screen, why don't I wonder how my body gets the signal from my brain to my fingers? Well, I just wanted to say thank you, Body, for taking care of me for so long. I know you can see what I'm typing.

93,000,000 Miles

To travel a mile up in the air, that's a long way, or so it seems. One mile can often be confused with a distance that is too far to walk. Life can seem this way sometimes, "too far to walk." Seventy-five plus years sure does seem like a long time. Perhaps a larger perspective is needed when there is an urge to waste time. It's hard to remember the shortness of a life. Maybe it's better not to think about eternity. After traveling one mile into the sky there is still 92,999,999 more miles to be traveled until you reach the sun! The distance of one mile that at first seemed so long, is essentially nothing. So, what is one life in the face of eternity? How differently life would be if the shortness of it couldn't be forgotten?

"Just Joking"

Just because you say, "Just Joking" doesn't mean you didn't say it. Sometimes people say the meanest things and then say, "just joking" like it's going to make everything all better. Well, it's not. I know, I know, "can't you take a joke?" Well, those who know me well, know I can take a joke, but jokes don't have to be insults. Funny things aren't funny because they're insulting. For example, I was in the restroom not too long ago standing at the urinal. This older gentleman next to me finishes doing what ever he was doing at the urinal and moves directly to the hand dryer and starts drying his hands. Now that was funny!

For Grounding

As if I don't have enough to do, I will now enter the world of the bloggers. I figure this will be a good place to write down thoughts about the world. I generally have many thoughts, but not all are useful. I want to see the world around me change, but I'll always wonder if I am the one for the job. I think often about jobs.... Now that you mention it, what about the future? "Only time will tell?" How can we be so sure? I've heard of "telling time," but "time telling," I'm not convinced. If I had to say, more things than time can tell and I'm not sure time can tell at all. Something is definitely going on here.