I look at some of the posts you look at. I can’t tell if you read them but it makes me read them. So then I end up reading something I wrote awhile ago and sometimes it makes me cringe. I say some stupid ass shit sometimes. I’m so all over the place and my mind is a labyrinth of unending spaces and places and even I surprise myself sometimes.
I remember when I was stoned at 15 with a friend talking about how smart I was. This girl was by no means stupid but she didn’t take to school and had dropped out. She wasn’t educated as far as literature or the world, but she was a very gentle, sweet soul of a girl.
I was asking her about her thought patterns and trying to explain mine. I told her I could visualize my thought patterns. (At that time) I told her I could clearly see 3 streams of thought floating as if in strings except these strings of thought could change based on input at any time. But if left to stream without input they would be whatever they were with no (algorithm) pattern or symmetry anything to be able to ascertain what came next.
I still like that way of thinking of emotions and thoughts. They keep coming. That’s why turning them off is so hard. But we don’t have to assign value to them. They just are. I can’t say if they would exist without us. I venture to say they would though. Have you ever heard of the oddity that two scientists will make the same revolutionary break through at the same time sometimes as if the thought existed in the air.
Now obviously memories wouldn’t be that and fantasies. I can’t say where they come from. Obviously our subconscious to some great extent. I think we are very far away from understanding what our subconscious mind can do, but if we could harness that power I think we would be something beyond ordinary, to say the least.