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Today, I thought…but I did more than think. In fact, I thunk. I thunk so hard that my thinking turned into thinking about thinking. In fact, I think, that thinking is quite the thought. To think a thought about thinking. Thinking away your thoughts as you think about those thoughts and now these thoughts, and where do these thoughts you are thinking come from exactly? By the time I am at this thought it is actually another thought about the thought, I think. I think, in fact, I will have to think some more about which thoughts come from where and I think I have an idea, or a thought rather. The thought is that I think I have no idea where these thoughts come from…I think.
Ok…how interesting? Please accept the prior paragraph as a submission to poetry kids are required to read in 6th grade and hate. I hope the teachers make them try to read deep and dissect every sentence and that they all throw up from thinking.
That’s the annoying thing, thinking, it just never stops, and if you dig deep enough you find there are no real answers that we can definitively say are true. In fact, things are mostly truly.
You know how they taught you that math is absolute. 2+2=4, right? That’s a lie, they meant to say its a discrete science, as in its pretty easy to measure. But that doesn’t make sense to a 4th grader, and it barely makes sense as an adult. At some point in higher math dimensions like the 5th, 6th, or 7th dimension in our universe, 2+2 no longer equals 4.
Discrete just means we can get an answer in this dimension and its likely more true than false to varying degrees.
And it all sucks to realize there’s no definite answers about anything. You start to look around and you feel alone at times, because you realize you’re just being hurled around on a rock, or at least we think its a rock… In fact, the more I learn about what humans are, what the universe is and how things work, the less certain I become anything we know is true.
Maybe that’s too smart to spell out, and maybe it’ll scare people. It scares me. That I know for sure, that I am too dumb and even our smartest scientists might be too dumb to have anything right. I have to ask myself, do I even want to know that? I get why people delude and live their whole lives in denial. In so deep a trance, they don’t even realize what life is and what is actually happening all around us.
I’d be sad knowing I’d accepted denial and to stop thinking even if thinking about how uncertain life is scares me, but there’s also some subtle melancholy that exists in my everyday life. I know it when I wake up that there is another day ahead of me, and that I am in this weird game. I know that so many others aren’t awake, or are struggling to comprehend. In fact, 9 times out of 10, it is people coming to me to reassure them about what life is. That is my burden. I have made it to the head of the flock, and I stand the watch. I peer out into the dark each day and night and look to our future. While the flock looks to me to guide and help them. It sort of is a lot of sayings, and metaphors because I (and I assume some readers in the crowd feel the same) know that I am not the first life to live this.
Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown
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