Name something. Name an object. A cat? You surprise me.

No, that is NOT a cat, that there is what we call a cat. Why is the naked body of the opposite sex appealing?
Why do I like pie?

My brain says so. Pie is not tasty, pie contains sugars my body needs for energy. My brain knows this, my brain tells me I like it, it's tasty, eat more.

Nothing is intrinsically nice about pie itself. I love breasts, they are very appealing, HOWEVER... they are two mounds of fat with some glands covered in skin, with some form of teat. Now why on EARTH would I find that attractive? Because it is? Well, to me it is. To my brain.

So what's actually beautiful? What's actually anything? Adjectives are pretty bunk.

So if everything we perceive is interpretation on categorized definition in order for our system to operate and perceive the world this way, then what is our brain? What is a brain really? If a pie can be tasteless, if a hard surface can actually be particles vibrating fast and interpreted as solid, if certain particles can be interpreted as light and yadda yadda yadda, then what is our brain, and what is the mind? There's nothing intrinsically posty about this post, and there is nothing intrinsically DMT about DMT.

Nothing is anything really, just what you make of it. But what the hell are YOU!?

How did you know I'd name "cat?" I must immediately upgrade my tin foil hat. Much love to the "quant suff" number of neurons that enable your neural net to make this post and perceive a love for both pies and breasts.

Confused?

It seems the question is itself THE thing. The answer is not so much an answer, but an eternal mystery.

In quiet times, longing.

I am built of verbs more than nouns.

Like somebody I know said once: All is nothing
Too much thinking about it is unnecessary, just enjoy the ride!

I am a fragment of a Universal Consciousness; sometimes this is clear to me but mostly its not.When its not my neural wiring conceptualises so I can function.I know that I know very little, and humility compels me to never forget how little I can ever know.

well now that the cat is out of the box i would like to just say that, while nothing may be anything, it is still something worth doing. so go nowhere with nothing and you'll be going somewhere- which may also be nothing, but at least thats something

neti neti

He gets it