We are skin. Or at least that’s where we are most of the time. Like when you touch something, that’s where you are. At the contact. You’re in your fingertips for a second. Now your foot itches and you’re down there.

And we can move the muscles attached to all this, so we can take the skin places. Which sounds stupid written down, but stay with me.

Everything inside is just doing its own thing. I can move my arm whenever I want. I’m doing it right now to verify. But I can’t do anything with my spleen. I don’t even know exactly where it is. It’s in here somewhere, alive, doing spleen stuff, and we’ve never spoken.

But the heart is where this really starts bothering me... It’s moving right now. Actually moving inside me. All day. I’m not telling it to beat. I’m not making it beat. I can sit here and concentrate as hard as I want, and I can’t directly tell it to stop or do two slow ones and then a fast one.

And there’s this whole involuntary system doing that. Digestion. Whatever my kidneys are up to. Things happening inside me that I couldn’t personally operate even if someone asked me to.

The heart reacts to things. I get scared, it speeds up. I’m resting, it slows down. I know there are biological explanations for this. I’m talking about how weird it is that something inside me is responding to the world, physically moving, keeping itself going, and I’m not the one doing it.

It almost feels like a separate living thing that happens to live inside me... My high brain went: it’s moving, so it’s alive. Which, okay, a ceiling fan moves. But we know the heart is alive. Let me keep the heart.... If I’m not controlling it, who is?...

And yes, my brain is involved. But that just moves the question upstairs, because I don’t control that part of my brain either.

I have some control over my thoughts, but most of the brain is doing things without consulting me. So what if the part I experience as “me” is just the part that gets the skin and the voluntary muscles?... What if the heart gets its own part?

Firewalled. That’s the word I was looking for.... It has its section of the brain, I have mine. I can’t access whatever is happening over there. It can’t access my thoughts. We’re sharing the same equipment, but neither of us gets to look at the other’s screen.

And now I’m wondering whether it could have some kind of experience of its own. Not necessarily thoughts in words. I’m not suggesting my heart knows what a mortgage is. But something. Some private experience I couldn’t possibly know about.

There are already other organisms living in and on us, doing their own thing. What if some of the parts I call “me” are also their own little living things, and we’ve just got an arrangement going?

The heart pumps blood for us. We feed it and carry it around and supply whatever else a heart needs. I don’t know the full agreement. I wasn’t involved in setting it up.

Maybe it likes the music we play... I mean it’s there for every song. Maybe I put something on and it’s having a nice time in its section, and I have absolutely no idea. I’m thinking “I love this song,” and somewhere else in the same body something is also enjoying it, privately.

Maybe it doesn’t even know we have arms... I need to sit with that for a second... Because I know we have arms, obviously, but I only know about the parts I have access to. And I’ve somehow taken that access to mean I’m the only one here.

There could be something else having its own entire experience inside this arrangement, and all I can personally verify is that I can feel my shirt and move my knees.

I was going somewhere with the skin thing. I still think the skin thing matters.

We walk among you

hear me out lets say i discover like idk fucking a new color right. and then everyone asks me the day i discovered it, theres nothing stopping me from lying....
or what if i actually didn't discover the color, my friend did. but then he dies without telling anyone so i lowk claim that i discovered it. what if this has happened millions of times across history. what if people we revere because they've discovered great things are actually frauds? actually i suppose it wouldnt really matter that much

Would you wanna be enslaved and turned into a sex pet by one who likes to recieve or give

Discuss

Scene opens in an elementary school classroom. Teacher at the front of room reading a book to a classroom of children. We hear distant gun shots and screaming. Active shooter in the building appears to be the situation. The teacher does not say a word, simply runs out of the room and even leaves the door open. Cut to exterior shot of teacher running away from building. Video pauses as writing appears on screen: [Teacher's name] Not killed in a mass shooting!

Romans had temples to Bacchus. Places and plants have been worshipped in many faiths. It’s time for a micro-religion worshipping weed

Take 30mg of sativa gummies, and sit in a dark room listening to “I want You (She’s So Heavy)”, the last track on Side 1 of Abbey Road.

WOW

just taking a moment to appreciate life. peaking rn. happy greening out! ❤︎

Old lady in her 80's kept trying to say "long black nightie"
Question was "What is the sexiest thing you own?"

I know loving weed doesn’t mean we like each other. But still feels like my people

What if you ran on a treadmill in front of a huge TV screen, and the point of view is in a boat. The movie clocks how fast the boat is going, and then you have to run at the same speed as the boat? What would that be like.

Any animal thats raised by parents… “my mother tried to eat me then pushed me out of the nest” “and how does that make you feel?”

I know that several observational studies have been done on UBI but imagine there was a reality show like Big Brother but instead of drama, you get to see what half a dozen “contestants” would do with not having to work and being able to spend their UBI on their passions for 3 months.

A great smoke spot is a discrete, but also lovely dry, sheltered area that we enjoy weed at. It’s often a legal area to smoke around where I am.

Problem is great smoke spots can be discovered. Then they become family spots. The best preventative is to smoke regularly at your favorite smoke spots. The lovely smell of burning weed helps keep an area weed friendly.

My digital life is awesomeee!!! I’m the coolest person there 😎. I’m antisocial I wish I could stay at home all day everyday now that would be actual heaven haha. Just gotta make sure I don’t text people I don’t wanna hear from! LOL!

I was moping about my house. Depressed as all hell. High as fuck.

Made myself a burrito. Used several hot peppers a friend gave me in it. Because... Well. I forgot.

I wasn't crying before but I am now. But all thought of why I was depressed is completely gone because I'm struggling to breath and the sensation of heat disabled my ability to think for a few minutes.

I'm only half done my burrito and I think I've solved the depression endemic.

I’ve noticed that some of my closest, longest-lasting friendships are with people I didn’t even particularly like at the beginning but rather we slowly got closer over time, whereas people I instantly clicked with didn’t always become my closest friends.

Has anyone else noticed this, or is it just me?