Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

A nun and a priest found themselves stranded in the desert after their camel passed away. The priest, sensing the gravity of the moment, looked at the nun and said, “Sister, it seems we may not survive this.” “Can I see your chest before we die?” The nun, taken aback yet fully aware of the…

After thirty years of marriage, I asked my husband for a divorce. He was completely blindsided. To Zack, our life together was stable and good. He thought he had done everything right. He had never cheated. He didn’t drink or gamble. He worked hard, paid the bills, and thought that was enough. But I saw…

Rachel’s life turned upside down when her husband Jack died in a terrible car accident, leaving her to take care of their five kids. Rachel worked hard but often fell short because she was having trouble making ends meet. One day, her problems were made public in a painful way at the grocery store. Rachel…

Rare Identical Twins with Down Syndrome Are Called “Little Gems” by Their Proud Mom While the likelihood of giving birth to twins has risen significantly—up by 72% between 1980 and 2018—twin births remain relatively uncommon. Today, about 33 out of every 1,000 births are twins, with only three to four of those being identical twins.…

My Neighbor’s Little Son Came to Swim in Our Pool – When He Took Off His Shirt and I Saw His Back, I Was Left Speechless It was a typical sunny afternoon when my neighbor’s little son came over to swim in our pool. We were all enjoying the day when he casually took off…

A young British woman is clapping back at the “older generation” who insist that when she’s 60, she’ll regret covering her body with tattoos. Though she admits she’ll never “be the girl [men] take home to their parents,” Taylor Paige Courtenay says she loves her inked skin and warns users to keep their “opinions to…

He’d walked these hospital stairs so many times, he could do it blindfolded. And yet, every step still brought that same grim weight—an invisible pressure that settled deep in his chest. Cyril avoided elevators. Not out of claustrophobia, but because elevators meant interaction. Casual smiles, awkward small talk, well-meaning questions about his wife. He couldn’t…

The morning mist clung low to the ground, the kind of stubborn fog that lingered even after the sun had begun to rise. The Peterson farm, nestled against the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains, was still and quiet, save for the soft crunch of boots against frost-hardened grass. Seventy-year-old John Peterson moved slowly, the…