Nah like it’s so weird that I have a name? And people think of me when they hear it… And they have certain songs or foods or smells that makes them think of me. And even though I know I am an ever changing being I am immortalized in someone’s memory because of how they knew me.
People see me on the train and in the street and might think “she looks interesting, I wonder what her life is about.” People have crushes on me and miss me and think I’m fun or maybe an ass hole. Idk, I feel more like just a brain than a person… And when I look in the mirror I kind of feel detached from my body, like that can’t be my face… Anyone else feel like that, or am I walin?
Congratulations, B.o.B., a dude more than 2,000 years ago figured out what you still can’t understand despite the benefits of free public school, generations of documentation and the internet at your fucking fingertips.
To be honest, I’m mostly reblogging this for the Carl Sagan explanation.
Ancient Egypt was insane with their astronomy and giant buildings. The damned pyramids line up with constellations and specific stars
