I’ll stop with the morbid stuff for a while. I just sort of watch breezes blow through me, one direction, then another. I’ve tried to stop it, but it takes a lot of effort, and it doesn’t work. So I roll with it.
Thoughts, it seems to me, are like little machines. They operate on the level of computation, of concrete structures, of things that are, to each individual consciousness, there, and not somewhere else. This is perhaps a bit confusing, since this thought, itself, it coming from somewhere else. It is intuition.
What I try to do is throw thoughts out there. I visualize them, when they hit–when they are read and digested–as little self organizing machines, like Transformers. They affect everyone differently. Some might steel people against me. Others, win them over. Others, lead in a new or old pathway of thought.
Always, we stay in motion. As long as thoughts are moving around, and as long as people are trying to make sense of the world, progress is always possible.
On that score, I think most of us can easily enough visualize one cataclysm or another. Yet, if we can do that, why not a Euclysm, if that works from the Greek? Why not a renewal? Why not a miracle? They do happen.
Random musings, after a workout, listening to “California Stars”.