The Nature of Thought
Warning. Communications Breakdown. Warning.
Communication Break Down. Warning.
Communication Break Down. Warning.
We are using words to communicate something non verbal. Warning.
Markings, squiggly lines, black etched on a white surface. Markings that signify a tokenized stream of sound, linearly encoded through the passage of time. Sounds emanating in your mind, as your eyes pass over them.
Serial by nature, each word follows the next, accruing meaning, accruing feelings.
Pause…
The meaning needs to be processed.
It enters the mind, awareness acts as a monitor.
A bullshit detector.
“What is this Vikid Truth chatting about?”
Thought isn’t just language.
Imminent Break Down in Communications. Warning.
Think of gears, shining grey mechanical wheels, their teeth intertwined, a little oil to smoothen their motion.
Can you see it, the light glimmering off a grey metallic surface?
The gears of your mind rotating. Interconnected. One thought leading to the next. A self propelled locomotive driven by the engine of logic.
A guitar rings in the back ground… 6 strings, chords and a melody, sounds layered in harmony, a gentle rhythm in standard meter.
This is thought too.
And when you dream?
An entire world is created with another you, with other people, with trees, houses and a blue sky.
What is generating these thoughts?
Do electrical impulses have a weight or color?
If you notice closely, your brain is inside your thoughts, as is your body.
You are inside your own thoughts.
Not the other way round.
If you notice something more…
You don’t create your thoughts.
Thoughts appear. They disappear. All by themselves.
Whatever intension you put to create a thought, it is just a suggestion. Sometimes, your mind obeys, at other times it tortures you with images of lost, unrequited love or maybe something embarrassing you wish you hadn’t done, opportunities lost, so on and on…
The thoughts create “the you”, the world and everything in it.
They just appear.
Desire appears and disappears, whether you like it or not. So does desperation, inquisitiveness, interest and boredom.
The Bullshit Detector, which maybe firing on all cylinders right now, it just appears too. Perhaps it’s telling you Vikid is stupid, or perhaps some light bulbs of realization are going off.
The you, is a creation, a thought, some call an illusion, no more real than the gears you imagined earlier. Only it’s a little bit more persistent.
The sound in your mind now, while gazing over these black markings, have the briefest of existence. They carry with them some associated feelings, which are also just another form of thought.
Pause… and the sounds stops.
Let us explore a little further.
Possible Break Down in Communications. Warning.
Where is a thought?
Where are those gears?
Where is the blue sky you imagined?
Where are the sounds of the sentence you are reading?
In your head? But your head is in your thoughts…
Pause… Examine.
It almost makes no sense. For where can a thought be? Does it have length, in either space or time?
(Hint) It is nowhere, with immeasurable weight, size or boundary.
Incidentally, this is the description of something that is either Nothing or Infinite.
Nothing and the Infinite… two sides of the same coin.
And yet thoughts emanate seemingly out of this nowhere, nothingness.
Space is a thought. As is time.
Memories of the past, are just thoughts with an associated feeling.
The feeling of “it happened”. That feeling is a thought.
But… It is all happening in “the now”, which is ever present. It is never not the Present.
A Present that is infinite and immeasurable.
Infinite and infinitesimal.
A dimensionless unbounded point.
Warning. Warning. Warning.
Communications have broken down.
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And thats,