Toss me in the deep end

I am not a "deep" person. I once read this article in Elle about "deep" and "shallow" people, which I can't find again for the life of me, and I would probably consider myself the latter. Though highly educated, still not deep. Right now I'm reading a "deep" book- "Saturday" by Ian McEwan (also the author of "Atonement"). I am loving the book, but it is "deep," something I probably should have expected knowing already the author's writing style, along with the fact that the plot-following an ordinary man's life for a single day-stretches on for 289 pages. The book makes me feel "deep" after spending enough time with it. Though I have tagged many pages (an old habit when I read a quote that really speaks to something in me), one of my recent tags reads:

"He wraps each species of fish in a several pages of a newspaper. This is the kind of question Henry liked to put to himself when he was a schoolboy: what are the chances of this particular fish, from that shoal, off that continental shelf ending up in the pages, no, on this page of this copy of the Daily Mirror? Something just short of infinity to one. Similarly, the grains of sand on a beach, arranged just so. The random ordering of the world, the unimaginable odds against any particular condition, still please him."

So, while on the bus today, inspired by the gorgeous fall weather and this novel, I tried my hardest to think my own "deep" thoughts. This is what transpired.

*What if the city you lived in had exactly the opposite climate that it experiences now? Would the people be the same? How would this affect business and crime?

*Why is it that every leaf on the same vine can be a different color? Are leaves like people, each one individual?

*If you came across the slightly automated person who makes the bus/train stop announcements, or the elevator calls, would you recognize their voice?

And so went my shallowly "deep" afternoon.

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