Thursday, 16 February 2017

Is it just me

I often wonder what is the point of everything. Why are we here? Why do we exist. If I die and loose all memory of my life then my life would be pointless.
Without a purpose life is worthless. This time of year is very empty.

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Wood Thinking

When I was a young boy I thought that wood was made by the tree roots from eating soil. When I was older I learnt that almost all wood is ma...