Where do my thoughts come from? Why do I have them? What makes my thoughts mine? Why do they sometimes slip away and sometimes persist? Why are they sometimes destructive, sometimes comforting, sometimes disturbing? Why are my thoughts sometimes shared by others? Why do my thoughts come in the forms and images that they do? Why do my thoughts come without my desire to have them? Why should I be afraid of some of my thoughts? Am I responsible for my thoughts? Do all the world’s thoughts eventually accumulate in one place? Are all the world’s thoughts already thought and just pop into particular minds? How can thoughts rattle the world?
Why am I even thinking this now?
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