Decisions are such a specific moment in time, how do I know I’ll remember the right answer? What if I forget who I am and then do the thing that I wouldn’t have done?
At least I don’t have to explain what to do to be me to someone else for all possible circumstances. In that case I would never exist since he would probably forget.
But I guess I’m him since I sometimes forget.
We think we are some total concept, but eventually we are the king of an enormous kindgom and we forget where we put a peasant of a thought. Where did that fellow with the brown cap go? I need him, but he decided to hide because he got far enough away.
How many millions of miles are we away from people’s minds? Trying to connect with them is like trying to jump to the moon. We should just send morse code and hope they get it.
We see people but cannot see directly the conflicting desires within their bodies and minds. The only thing we can know is that their strongest psychological desire at the moment is to be doing whatever they are doing. Over time repeated observation makes us think we know who they are. But what thoughts have always floated below the surface of their actual decisions?
How do you make the activity of thinking seem valuable to someone who doesn’t think in the first place. If they don’t think how can they think about thinking and then think that thinking is good. It is the south pole of your mind reaching for the south pole of their mind.
If we are sad and want to be happy we obviously think there is some possible avenue in which we could become happy in the future. We should act like that avenue happened, and then it did.
If we could hear the thoughts going on in a large room of people, we would hate life because of all the noise. What people choose to say is such a narrow sampling of their inner monologue. The only thing that makes life livable is only having to tend to our own quiet whispers, which even with time we can learn to ignore.
We can only think one thought at a time; what if I forget one of the ones I need?
Our hearts are clocks ticking inside our bodies.
The entire world should be hiding in caves hoping that they do not die. Our bodies are fragile, the universe has many sharp edges; it is so hard to stay alive.
But the world is the way it is because the reasons in people’s minds make them act the way they do. The strongest reasons emerge in the form of what happens.
If someone figured out the truth in their mind, how would they explain it to the rest of us? They would be very anxious and frustrated and would speak too quickly for us to understand. Then we would ignore him.
We condemn in our actual lives what we praise when it is done fictionally. When ideas are applied to our minds in the form of characters and concepts in all forms of art, we are dazzled, amazed, inspired – then someone around us acts aberrantly and we cock an eyebrow. We are virtually offended when someone chooses to do something extraordinary.
Dialogue is never as good in real life as it is in the movies.
I will have occupied very little exacts spaces of air in the universe by the time I die, but my mind soared all over the universe.
We don’t know how to amaze others because we don’t know how to amaze ourselves. Think away from your natural habitat, don’t come back, settle there, and then once you are done building your structure, come home and tell everyone about it.
Don’t give up being yourself; there’s not much else to do.
Give yourself up; you don’t have anything anyways. And you couldn’t keep it if you did.
If you are good at being who you are people will be able to know you better and more quickly.
The honest search for truth is the only thing worth living for.
Don’t keep your generosity to yourself.
There is always a magnet pulling you back; back to the mundane, the already explored, the normal, the listless, the surrendered, dareless life of nothing that tries to justify itself but can’t. It is a life that carries tension as a suitcase because we know there’s a better way of life.
We humans look the same but it’s the ideas in our heads that make us different. Who you are cannot be defined apart from what you think.
Words on pages or screens are at a disadvantage; music explains the words in songs, but even though our minds thinks of our words with certain moods or inextricable tones, the reader will know nothing of it. The mind is a symphony but our bodies don’t come with instruments.
Can’t we call a meeting where everyone attends and we admit the things we are all thinking and figure everything out? Instead the world and people in all the different geographical locations is the method for how things will play out. It seems to be such an inefficient method since people keep being born and have to start from the beginning all over again.
And what will they think? We would have someone explain it to them if we agreed on a solution in the first place. But we would never be able to agree on who to tell them what it is all about.
Each person should be named something different. Because they are a different person.
We figure out who we don’t like because a situation comes up where we find out that we don’t like how that person would react in that situation. But what if that means we don’t like anyone in reality, but we just don’t encounter the situations in which we would find out we don’t like them?
If we always found out all of a person’s opinions instantly upon meeting them, no one would be friends.
Certain defaults are set. We like people in our families compared to other families; people in our school compared to people in other schools; people in our city compared to other cities; people in our state compared to other states; people in our country compared to other countries; people of our race compared to other races; people of our political party compared to people in other political parties – so when they overlap what am I supposed to think? If a person is from another state, but from my political party, am I supposed to like them or not? The way it works is that it depends which one you are thinking about for any given person. So whether you like someone depends on which groups you are thinking about. The world does not make sense.
We see people in gas stations who were in the statistics we read about. But we don’t think about that.
Experts talk to each other on a host of assumptions that are false. But if no one ever talks about them the experts will always seem right.
Communication is sad. The reality is as it should be, but two people are bad at picking words and saying them correctly, so they fall apart.
The collective assumption of humanity is that humanity should keep being a part of the universe. Otherwise we would all kill ourselves and no one would be alive anymore.
Thinkers labor for years and sweat oceans of mental perspiration to try to be right, and another person, off living their life somewhere else, does not even know the question.
I am in the middle of all things; the beginning in the blurry past, the end in the indiscernible future. What is before us is the question of belief and how to live our lives.
Someone states something confidently and another person hearing them knows they are wrong for very specific and airtight reasons. And even another person knows that someone is thinking the person is wrong, and they are wrong too. And everyone in the chain is very confident in their answer. Good thing we are confident or we might find the right answer eventually.
The world is one giant casino; everyone is betting their lives on the way they live.
Eventually all the humans are dead and other life finds our planet but they do not see any bodies. All the nature is still here, looking very pretty, but no humans. Then the visitor finds pictures and see the humans hugging each other and smiling at the camera, their iridescent eyes sparkling from their heads. The beautiful nature in the planet is still there, in the background of the picture. Questions now arise; who were these creatures that walked amidst this planet’s environs? The pictures show their bodies once occupied this place. For what? What were they? These physical things in the pictures; but their eyes say there was more. What was the meaning of these curious creatures living in and then leaving this place? But not even the humans stopped to wonder these things.
People are shocked at things within the context of life, like running into old friends or that a friend has not seen Star Wars; but what is shocking at any given moment is the context itself. How amazing it is that there is a universe, and that we are in it.
How many times do we need to wake up and still be in the world and universe before we believe we’re really here?
All of this in twenty minutes, and yet we are all always thinking. How curious it is to look at just a bucketfull of the constant river of ideas flowing in our minds. All these thoughts could have stayed in my head, but for some reason I started typing.
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