[thoughts from ~burning woman~ by Sha’Tara]
I like thinking. I think it’s quite my favourite occupation. Much of the time spent thinking, I even think about thinking. I wonder too, while thinking, what thinking really is. I know what it does, but how has that incredible ability develop so that “I” could have it, and for free too?
You don’t get much of any value for free these days, and what remains the powers that be are sitting in board rooms, and expanding R&D facilities to find ways and means to steal that from the general public and sell it back to them, drugged and artificially flavoured.
I’m wondering, which is a sibling of thinking, if they are trying to find ways to steal our thinking freedom to sell it back to us in the form of pills, propaganda, brainwash and blatant stupidity?
Oh, what am I saying! They’ve always done that. They brainwashed you with Religion since the infancy of the species. Then came the “short fingered vulgarians” (a term I am borrowing from Emma in https://goodmarriagecentral.wordpress.com/2017/10/08/our-positive-disintegration/ )which she used to refer to Donald Trump, but which also serves equally well for all the BadBullyBoys of our past and present who have masqueraded as rulers, leaders and general psychopathic mayhem makers and thieves of gargantuan proportions. Otherwise known as government, and banking, of course.
In this last century, half of which I slipped through unseen but observing, we experienced much more intense brainwashing in the form of ads from newspapers (remember those?), magazines (ditto?) radio, TV, and now the Infernet. Some have the brainless gall to think of it as informational. Gag me! “Ads by Google” and “Rate this Ad.” – Rate an ad? Are they serious? Are people so unthinkingly, utterly brain dead that they would consider rating an ad as “good”? “Please rate our slap in your face: was if effective? Like it here.” “Rate this lie, here.” “Tell us how we’re doing. Are we stealing enough of your money or can you find ways to help us improve our Corporate Thievery? Click here to participate.”
Then, in case anyone got through all of that and is still capable of an iota of free thinking, they lathered society with sports and various entertainment and entertainers to make up your mind for you. Here you cheer for the reds, and here you’ll get clobbered if you don’t support the blues and oh, don’t miss this on YouTube: rapper JarPlixBop was interviewed and gives a brilliant analysis on the coming election. If you’re still hesitant on who to vote for, listen to that interview: just brilliant!
There’s a whole Walmart super store of other prepackaged thinking that’s part and parcel of civilization. Most people like shopping, enjoy wasting money on stupid stuff and stunts. It’s all there, on the shelves, in the bubble packs, hanging by the checkout counters. Buy, buy, buy and say goodbye to your own thinking powers.
The only problem with pre-packaged thinking is, a pile of feces freshly dumped can appear shiny and even brilliant in the proper light, but I’d still advise not to get too close. Look at it the next day and you’ll notice that much of the sheen has gone and the “shit flies” are having a field day on it. That in itself should be food for thought, and thought, which arises from thinking, is what I was going to write about.
I like thinking. I like linking thinking, stringing it out as far as I can make it go, wondering, which is another aspect of thinking, how far I can think it. Did you know you can’t out-think thinking? It just keeps on. All you need do is follow, and open doors and gates as you get to them, keep following.
There’s all sort of thinking. There’s directed thinking, like when you want to participate in an open discussion and try to stick to the subject at hand. There’s recreational thinking which is a lot of fun, especially if you happen to be alone and need someone to play with.
Nothing however beats wild thinking. That’s my favourite type of thinking. Suddenly you encounter it, as if out of nowhere (which as everybody knows, is left of everywhere and what’s left of everywhere) and you decide, heck, I’ll follow him today. So you think-track your way through a wilderness of thoughts you had never even dreamed could have existed. You realize that all your life it was this close, so close you could have been a thinking wanderer lo those many years. But never mind, you’re now tracking the Sasquatch of Sasquatches. You’re swimming after the Loch Ness monster and practically holding it by the tail.
Wild thinking knows no boundaries, none whatever. The more you track wild thinking the more of societal dummied-down, drugged sluggishness oozes from your mind. You begin to feel your freedom and before you know it, you really are free. You realize you can exercise your own thinking in an increasingly pristine wilderness of thinking where free thought meets free thought and the greatest love affair of all times begins to coalesce.
From the heights of the wildest mountain imaginable you look back upon the smog-filled valleys; you remember the noise, the commotion, the hates and fears and doubts that polluted both mind and body, and you know you’ll never go back down again.
I think of a simple ladybug. It finds a blade of grass, or a finger pointing up (it doesn’t care if it’s the middle finger), walks up to the top… and takes off but only when it reaches the top.
I can think whatever I want. There is no power in heaven, on earth, or in hell, that can force me to think otherwise. If I say to myself, I think so, or I don’t think so, that is the one thing I can totally rely on to be true.
“I am therefore I think.” (Sorry Mr. Descartes but that is the way it is.)