So many questions...

What is the color blue made of?

How do people find happiness in redundancy?  In habits? In ritual?

How do I get my mind to react faster?  To respond to different experiences with good reflex?

How do addictions work?  Are all addictions known or are some hidden in acceptance?

How about lunch?

Eating well, do we all have the time?

What do I have to lose?

What do I have of true value?  Emotional or monetary?

How can I be funnier?

What shoes go with everything?

How can you fix a washer and dryer?

How can I inspire others to walk outside of their four walled worlds?

How can fish be happy in a tank?

Do indoor pets understand what they are missing?  Good or bad?

Why is caring without any prejudices so hard?

What is the difference between domesticated and wild when the world started wild?

Were the domesticated at one time wildly different?

Why are some animals not friendly with humans?  What do they think of us?

Do animals have a choice?  When my cat rejects the food it is given is that nature?

How does smelly stuff smell before they are smelly?

How do you make cheese?

What makes me smile?

What is the permanent more than others?

How long does long really last for?

If no one slept or ate how much more advanced in technology would we be?  How much more resources would we have consumed?

How do candles make people happy and comfortable?

What is the psychological affects of fire?

Why am I a procrastinator?

What is my financial potential?

Do I really represent myself through my action?  How much of expectation of others is based on my success of my self?

Why do I have odd pains I don't know about myself?

Why do my body and I feel at odds at sometimes?

How does sorrow suppress the feelings of joy?  Can I feel both at the same time?

Do we honestly do things we don't want to do?

If everyone was hypnotized would we own up to our own action that we believe we had no control over?

How powerful is the power of belief?

Can belief be a weapon?

How can I be freed from concern that I have no control over some things?

What is the last truly great original idea?

How do people not have common sense?  What is common sense and who defines it?  The majority?

Is sheltering a disease?

If it is a disease, would it be a suitable defense in court?

If the brain is a muscle, does it adhere to all the rules other muscles follow?

How hard is it to get something published?  Or written?

Where is the most beautiful house in the world and why is it so beautiful?

How do I continue to better myself?

How do I define better?

Why did cats stop at nine lives?

What does method to the madness really mean?  Wouldn't be no longer be maddening if there is a method?

Is redundancy the solution to madness, chaos?  Except for compulsive disorder victims?

What is the formula for time to change perspective?

How is passion gained and lost?

How is paper made?

What to do, what to do?



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