Funny how chance encounters stir certain thoughts and other mind wanderings…

I saw half (yes, sadly only half) of a fat, juicy worm lying on the pavement the other evening after a night and day of glorious, heavy raining and I started thinking…

What is the world to that sad half of a worm? What was its existence like?

See, these are the sorts of questions that result from my diving into I Am A Strange Loop, a book by Douglas R. Hofstadter about the concept of “I” and “self” and how our existences solely are based on a self-referential perspective.

Does a worm have a self? Interesting, hmm…?