And then a cat always seem to get my tongue, like really claw to it so that no thought emerges, no voice comes out….
Awkward stares get exchanged, I will myself out of this crisis somehow and share a textbook response peppered with ‘uhms’ and ‘aahs’!
But then later I dwell some more on the question about my existence. Who am I, what am I and more importantly, why am I. My wordpress bio remains the most explanatory I have ever been in describing myself. But somedays I improvise.
For example, this morning, after an arduous workout, I was just milling about in the park and I realized my undiscovered happiness in the sound of leaves rustling. Then I wondered if it was all a simulation, an illusory existence programmed by perhaps a more advanced species who created us, just like we created AI. This more advanced species feeds us the things that we like, and the things that we require to appreciate the things that we like, and then I got a little more philosophical as the Sun shined brighter, and the leaves rustled in harmony. Like they didn’t want me to bother with such existential riff-raff and want me to just be…
Fingers in symphony 