The weirdness of existence is a wonderful phrase. I remember feeling it all over, like a physical sensation, as a small child, before all kinds of distracting desires and needs started to intrude my mind. I'd come home from church, and gazing at my hand, realize that nobody, not my parents, not my teachers, nobody, really knew anything. In some ways I was wiser at age 5 than 19.
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A British astrophysicist said that pondering the question “Why is there something rather than nothing?” could “tear the mind asunder.”
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