You see.
I’m at my best on breakfast. Not really wake yet, grumpy and easily agitated.
Many others are as well…
Somehow I enjoy talking about things, from which you can not have conclusions, like you would have conclusions.
So things that we could ponder about:
Does the boiled egg that we are eating (or I am) still have the potential of a chicken, and if not what is it’s potential at the present moment?
If there is no past and no future is there a present moment?
If there is no past and no future, do I need to worry which class am I attending?
If there is no past, what the hell happened yesterday evening, which, obviously didn’t exist?
If there is no time, who am I?
If there is no me, is there somekind of you?
If there is unity, there’s bound to have been separate beings in order for them to unite?
If there is a unity, why do we need to communicate?
If there is a unity, oneness, who the hell is communicating, and to whom?
We could also ponder about something else. Our daily breakfast choices. Our adaptation to patterns, the safety and sense of continuation that they bring.
Challenging our choices or patterns which are challenges only because we have the pattern.
Is a perception perceived if it’s not being understood or labelled?
If my goal is to perceive, how do I do perception?
In a way lists can be endless or they can be summarized simply by WTF.
This thing is suggested by Otto. Happening at breakfast. Feel free to join.