I swear I’m not stoned, I’m just…

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This blog contains snapshots of thoughts that once lived in my mind, but are now long gone. Where do these thoughts go to die? Do they have swooshing sound as they run through the mind? I imagine thoughts being like shooting stars. Do we have a finite number of thoughts, and once we’ve depleted those thoughts, we die? Or do our thoughts survive our death?

Maybe thoughts are the voice of our soul…

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