What goes on in the head of a newly born turtle when they realize they need to get into the ocean? Does it think something at all like: "I must get to the water?"

If a human didn't know that humans died of all age, would he be surprised? What he take his own life in sad moments because he thought that his life would never, ever end?

If a rock under a mountain could think like a human, would it ever want more? What would it think after a few years of sitting at the bottom of a mountain? And then after a few centuries? Could it write a novel? Probably not.

If you were taught that the Emperor of your country was a God from birth, a real life God, and never had any reason otherwise, would you do what the Imperial Army of Japan did?

I'm pretty certain I would. I'm pretty certain anyone would. Of course I'm sure the Japanese society taught human decency, no society wouldn't! But one might quickly forget that if the two main pillars of one's self belief were reinforced immediately after committing some kind of murder or rape: their Pride and devotion to the Emperor.

I think now of a soldier lying in the jungle during fighting between the British and Japanese in Burma during the second world war. There's a bee buzzing, and a fly crawling over my right cheek, just near my mouth, on a part also smeared with a bit of red mud, that's always been an amazingly annoying sensation, and now, in this heat, with sweat dripping annoyingly down my forehead into the corners of my mouth and my eyes, I'm very unhappy. There's no sign of Japanese troops near by so I slowly, and methodically bring my right hand up, planting my right elbow on the ground. As my hand smears down my face and some random part of the rear of my brain says something about when I used to care about my appearance. I scratch my itching beard and receive a nastily painful finger in the ribs from my officer, who was just behind me. Two days of sitting in that position and I was feeling the massive glare of the sun beating off the right side of my face and stabbing into my eyes as I gritted my teeth (which proceeded to ache violently) and shot bullet after smoking bullet through the undergrowth as other bullets came back from small middle-of-nowheres in the scene where I supposed there were Japanese soldiers.

I'd like to know how people got audio of those battles in world war two, recorded on little 5-by-5 inch cameras that Defiantly didn't look like they could record sound. No way. I suppose it was edited in.

I wonder what it'd be like to be Indian and have a Grandfather who fought for the British in Burma. Do elderly people have marks on their hands? How long would it take for the marks on one's hands to be worn of with age? If most elderly people have lost them - when did they lose them?

I am having trouble imagining what it'd be like to kill someone, nay, to be in a war. We of my generation are among the first to have a certain outlook on this. We can see ourselves doing that in a strangely digital imagined reality, like that of a game we once played, or a movie we once saw. Guns are heavy, a recoiling gun might scratch your skin of loosen a few teeth. I think my day would be well and truly ruined if my teeth got knocked out. I'd stop aiming my gun like I imagine myself doing in a digital world. When I say that I might want to stop. It's been a while since I pictured myself doing that. Thank heavens for rugby, a sobering sport. I wonder what it'd be like to be hit by a massive blast of meltingly hot air and probably tiny bits of shrapnel, which would hurt far more than the stinging nettles I am used to. Of course you wouldn't feel anything massive until the nerves recovered and sent screams into your brain, but the little things don't damage nerves!

Swallow. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow. Swallow.
Pushup, Pushup, Pushup, Pushup. My arms are so tired I can hardly lift them. That was a daily sensation in war, because people wouldn't sleep for days at once. How? ... How?

Yours, 'rich