Pantry has officially been restocked.
After careful consideration, I went with the usual assortment. Nothing particularly groundbreaking, but while putting everything away I began noticing certain patterns in how canned goods naturally organize themselves according to weight, purpose and shelf position. At first I assumed this was merely convenience, but after considering the relationship between human tool use, environmental conditioning and our evolutionary tendency toward categorization, I realized there may be something deeper happening here.
The canned vegetables naturally gravitated toward one another. The pasta remained among its own kind. The coffee, obviously possessing a more refined nature, occupies a position of importance separate from the herd.
Interesting.
I briefly considered whether this organization might represent humanity's unconscious attempt to impose artificial order upon an otherwise indifferent cosmos, but my psychic senses told me I was overthinking it.
So I moved on to the Pop-Tarts.
That's when shit got weird.
There were thirteen packages.
Thirteen.
The number of completion moons in a year.
Coincidence?
Probably.
But I stared at them for twenty minutes anyway just to make sure the elemental plane wasn't trying to tell me something.
I eventually concluded that the pantry represents the finite human experience existing within the infinite nature of Costco. We enter hungry, wander among forces larger than ourselves, acquire what temporary tools we require, and eventually return to the eternal void from which we came.
Also bought toilet paper.
Still working out the spiritual implications of that one.
I'll keep everyone updated as my consciousness evolves.
lulz
I need to restock my pantry.
I'll explain what it reveals about the evolutionary trajectory of human consciousness afterward.
lulz
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I don't ever remember seeing you on my last ten. What does that say about your character dude that you have to log off in order to look at another. Tells me you're just a punk-ass little bitch.
That's your big test of character? Your fucking Last Ten? Lulz.
For someone constantly talking about psychic senses and seeing things on a "deeper level," you sure get worked up when a website doesn't hand you the answer.
Maybe the elemental plane has visitor logs. Check there.
Such witty banter. I got many tests for character but only certain ones matter relative to this website. I don't really give a fuck about your opinion except to other readers that know you are talking about me may come across it. Like so many that hide behind anonymity your worth is measured in how much attention you can grab.
This you living vicariously through your vacuous life?
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