*Is milk intended for human consumption, or for baby cow-consumption? Think about it. Every mamal drinks the breast milk of its own species, right?  well… of course we can’t do that our entire lives…. but isn’t it weird that technically we are stealing the milk of another species? (I love milk!) * As there is technological progress in the material world surrounding people (not necessarily progress in society), new inventions become necessities required for survival. Do we really need to add more items to the list of requirements for survival? Wouldn’t it be smarter to stick to the basics, at least in the material world (breathing, eating, sleeping, etc)? And work, not to pay for this new needs but to cover the first ones and have more free time for actual evolution, progress of the mind and the spirit (arts, literature, meditation, taking time to smell the roses, thinkikng, dancing, singing)? .. says the girl who has a facebook profile…. * If I attach a picture of a crocodile to a 3 cent t-shirt, does that mean that the t-shirt is worth 80 dollars more than its original price? Why is paying an absurd amount of money for an item that is not worth it, socially rewarded? If you pay 10 dollars for a regular t-shirt and 90 dollars for a brand name t-shirt, and both look the same except for the tag or the logo on them, is the quality of the more expensive one 9 times better than the cheaper one? Is it going to last 9 times what the other will? Is the 80 dollar difference between the two shirts going to make a difference in the salary of the person who has made it or her or his condition of work? Is one better than the other because of the brand? Is the brand an abstract idea attached to the product? Is this idea worth spending money you could use for better purposes? Ultimately, are you being mocked  or psychologically manipulated as a consumer?  * Do artists, writers, etc… sabotage their own lives in order to experience different sides of it and have something to write about? (Unconsciously, of course) … says the writer (it sounds pretentious to call myself a writer but I can’t deny what I am. Anyway,  I am not saying I am a good one…)  

* Do people who want to learn about life only through literature consider the possiblity of maybe going out and experiencing life beyond the 4 walls of their rooms? Is reading about how it feels to live more important than living? Should a well balanced life involve some kind of crazyness and randomness? Is a poem about love worth more than to experience love itself?