I have this feeling much more often than I once did. It feels like I have done the same thing, the same exact way, more than once. There is a Monty Python episode in which an announcer leaves the studio and makes his way to a milk farm. This is repeated multiple times and from different time perspectives.
While I was having a conversation with a co-worker, I couldn't help but wonder how many other people have had this exact situation occur in the exact same way. It is as if our genetic history is just programming dictating what we say and how we do things. It makes me wonder if people are the memory pathways of the planet Earth. If we are the nerve cells (or neurons) of the planet Earth or that the breakdown of all human interaction into its simplest form would be 0 and 1 or light and the absence of light.
This has recently given way to a new subway/street game that I call, the 6th Sense. It basically involves going about your normal work day (usually commutes only), and seeing how long you could go before another human being acknowledges your existence. This is very important for the self, this "acknowledgment". Without it, how do we exist? It would be like being a ghost. This of course leads to some strange behavior to gather this unwanted attention. Staring or bumping into people are the most effective.
I could also be thinking too much or vice versa. Or maybe my biological gas gauge is saying I should get some lunch sooner, rather than later. What I do know is that I have added a unique entry into the database of the human collective experiment, rather than referencing or even re-referencing a preexisting one. George Orwell would be proud.
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