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And now for something completely different.[1] This will go someplace relevant. I think.
GIGO
My mom spent quite a bit of time in a hospital. Once she went in for a urinary tract infection and ended up having surgery to remove a brain tumor. We spent a lot of time taking care of her after getting her back home.
On one of the times that I was checking on her she mentioned the beautiful garden that was outside her hospital room. She could describe it perfectly in vivid detail. The only problem was that the hospital campus where she was hospitalized was one building several stories high and there were no gardens. She was on the fourth floor.
I would take her for drives occasionally. We were out once and she had me take her to the hospital where she stayed. She wanted to see that beautiful garden again. So, I took her there. We went all around the hospital and neighborhood. There were no gardens to be had. She never could accept that because the memories were so vivid and real to her. Her thoughts/memories weren’t real.
Garbage in. Garbage out.
Penny for your thoughts.
Have you ever thought about what thoughts are? Obviously, we all have them. Some more than others. Some less than others. Some a LOT less than others. Hence the expressions: “There’s not much going on in there.” “Whoops! Nobody home?”
But what are thoughts? We can express them by sharing them using speech or the written word like I’m doing here. Lots of thoughts that we have we don’t bother sharing. We can keep them to ourselves. They can be pretty random at times. You know, like where in the world did that thought come from.
Thoughts aren’t physical. We can manifest a thought into doing something physical. To say our thoughts are mental doesn’t do much in the way of explaining them. What generates them? How do they form? Are they electrically generated by our brains? Brainwaves can show that something is going on in our brains, that there is thoughtful activity. Having no brain waves usually means that a body is in a vegetative state, dead or dying. A body can continue to live without thoughts being present.
We think.
(Therefore we are)
Waiting in the wings
We also store and retrieve our thoughts/memories. This ability can, but not always, decline with age. So thoughts that have no physical properties are stored in some part of our brain where they can be retrieved when needed. What are they stored as? Ones and zeros, like a computer? Doubtful.
What’s more, we can think/create new thoughts like problem solving or looking for answers to things that we don’t understand. That’s how civilization got to where we are. Sometimes it’s two steps forward and one step back. We forget what others have learned. Humanity reached a point where there was too much information for one person to know and pass down to others so humans started writing things down. We started with crude drawings on cave walls and made it all the way to writing pages of disclaimers. It was people thinking about things that got us to where we are today.
We’re still looking for answers.
In between the dreams.
Have you ever woken up suddenly realizing that you have the answer to something that you were wondering about when you went to sleep? The answer to a problem. A name that you couldn’t remember. How many times have you thought of something while you were drifting off and thought I’ll remember this in the morning only you don’t. Daydreams are a whole other road to go down.
When we’re sleeping and our conscious minds shut down, we can have dreams/thoughts. All kinds of dreams. Sometimes we remember them. Sometimes we don’t. Sometimes all we remember is that they were bizarre. What about the times where we’re in between dreams? What’s going on then?
Where do dreams go after we’re done with them? They don’t seem to get filed away like other thoughts that we have.
Our thoughts are what makes us.
Us.
Can't touch this.
The deities for practically every religion are an unseen force. Thoughts. They can’t be quantified or proved. We can see or experience the results of our thoughts even though we can’t experience the actual thoughts. We can express them. When we die our thoughts are no longer a part of the physical identifiable world. They stop with us.
Now we find ourselves living in a world where reality can be faked. This isn’t new. Magic has been around for a long time. There was a time when people believed magic tricks were the truth. Reality was altered. Just because it was or is believed doesn’t make it so. It just feels that way because people are more diligently working at obfuscating reality.
Make believe thoughts have made it into the real world and are now being accepted. Trump is selling his reality of being the winner of the last election that he lost. For his MAGA heads his thoughts are being accepted as reality.
Garbage In. Garbage Out.
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