The 85 Truly Important Things You Must Ask Yourself If You Want To Have Any Chance Of Living A Wonderful, Fulfilling And Productive Life

How did I get here?

What’s really happening, if anything?

Am I the body?

Am I my thoughts?

How can I be sure anyone else exists other than the fact that they might put me to shame?

Where’s the rainbow?

Are the answers in some great book I’ve not yet encountered?

Who created Musk and Zuckerberg?

What makes almond milk proper and necessary?

What’s it like to die?

When was I born?

What is a question?

Why don’t I change my name to Singeon (or Garibaldi)?

Do I deserve to be happy?

Is Eckhart the ultimate troll?

When is the moment?

How come love is all–conquering?

Why were the Beatles?

What made cancer?

Can I be real (authentic)?

Is it true that I’m just the continuation of a mechanical species? 

Is the way out pretty much like the way in?

Can I really be dreaming, if it all seems so real?

If I’m dreaming, why don’t I just fuck people?

How did it come to this, to this very moment?

Where’s the collective mind?

What is creation?

What do I want?

What do I need?

Do I honestly not believe in some sort of life after death?

How long is an hour in timeless terms?

Am I truly and utterly disgusted by my own vanity?

How do I know that I know?

Why are some artist(e)s gravely overlooked whilst others become famous?

Is talking an art form?

Are we all just waiting to die?

How could we eliminate vanity?

Is the best man the one who’s least vain?

Is our vanity eventually hammered out of us?

What if there were no bills to pay at the end of the day?

What is a thought?

Who really decides?

What is free will?

How long is a very long piece of string?

Does anyone really believe they are inferior to anyone else?

What if all thoughts were telegraphed (and known)?

How is it that we are practically forced to do almost everything against our will from birth up to death?

Where lies true freedom?

Why do psychedelics wear off?

What’s it like to take your last breath?

Should our lives be played at normal speed, 1.5*, 2*, or something way way faster?

Is there anyone who didn’t have parents or a soiled nappy?

For all the things we’re given, do we deserve them?

Is the cost of YouTube and commercial broadcasting really just advertising or something entirely different?

Why take advice?

Why give advice?

What stops our parents from thinking we’re crapper and smaller versions of them?

What stops us from thinking our parents are passé?

What is there to learn?

Who do we owe, and what?

How did they manage such a good job with the religion hogwash?

How often do you say NEVER again to find that it happens again pretty quick smartish?

Why shouldn’t the thought of a nice thing make you happy?

How much do we white-lie to each other to be white-lied in return?

Should I stand for Mayor?

What makes the heart beat?

Could I just decamp to a snowy winter idyll to spend my remaining years in bliss?

Why do we not stop ourselves from falling asleep lest we fall into death by mistake?

How can a contract truly deliver?

Do things ever happen in the wrong order, arse over tit?

Are sneering and silent contempt sometimes desirable?

What is the one thing that no man’s ever done?

Why do our cats tolerate us?

Why do our children tolerate us?

And our family and friends?

Can you ever sometimes literally physically feel the heavy burdensome weight of the ego dripping off your neck and shoulders?

If there were ten levels of reality, what level would this be?

Can you ever really let go of anything?

How will it all look in the morning?

Ever heard of Ted Chippington?

Can you tell when something is good or not, has artistic merit, without it having been pushed in your face by some insidious marketing coop?

Can you stand by your own view in the face of widespread disagreement?

Are the best things discovered or invented?

Why are we so hard on ourselves?