Empathic Neurons? Pathetic Morons?
When we see faces in the clouds, is it a sign of god? When the rumpled towel has a clearly defined nose, when the abstract pattern on your favorite chair seems to stare at you, when a tree smiles, are you having an acid flashback? Do you have a mental disorder?
Or are you simply human?
Some believe that we look for images of ourselves reflected in our surroundings, that we're hard-wired for it. They believe it makes us comfortable with our dasein, our being-in-the-world.
I say it's all a bunch of claptrap. That this tree has a face has nothing to do with god or lunacy or empathic neurons. It has to do with the way the bark peeled. It is random and beautiful.
If Mister Tree hadn't whistled at me and made kissing noises, I probably would've walked right by him without saying hello.
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The more I look at Mr. Tree, the more he reminds me of a Dementor. Maybe I'm just nuts.
12/15/2004 12:41 PM
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