One
of the most difficult to grasp, but supremely illuminating
facts
is
that
when your thoughts are not on something that physically exists outside
of you -- -- they are on themselves;
if
your thoughts are not thinking about something that you could put your
hands on
then
your thoughts are thinking about themselves --
but
they always say they are thinking about something else --
thoughts
can never be forthright in this matter --
they
will never say nor see that they are thinking about themselves.
To
an ordinary complexed mind, this is much too simplistic (not to
mention silly) to be so,
but
for a man born with a brain which has the ability to wander away from humanity's
common mental homestead it is neither,
but
is rather wire cutters to help break through the invisible barbed wire
fence of
man's
normal collective thinking, and get-out-of-town -- beyond the
reach
of
all that is superfluously complex and pseudo serious.
There
is no better notion to which such a person could beam their consideration
than
this one:
to
take the idea as plainly as it is stated,
then
do whatever it takes in the privacy of your own head to find
a
vantage point from which you will one day be suddenly,
and
incontrovertibly struck with its total validity (to wit, repeat):
when
your thoughts are not about something that physically exists
in
the world outside of you --
--
no matter what the things your thoughts are thinking about
are
normally called by you and everyone else --
the
things thoughts are thinking about are themselves -- simply
given other names.
This
is not theory -- it is not even up to that common level
--
this
is a fact that is so far away from everything that the ordinarily programmed
minds of men call facts,
that
even that term is inappropriate;
the
reality of seeing this is so innately alien to thought that it has no name
truly fitting -- (once your eyes/I's
are opened to it, you will instantly
see and
comprehend why
it could not be precisely described to you beforehand).
It
is truly a head-clearing thing to behold --
to
suddenly understand that all of the great and many metaphysical, philosophical,
spiritual, intellectual, social, moral and personal things you have
all of your life thought about
were
not any of those things at all -- not one little bit
--
all
of the different seeming subjects you have been thinking about
were
in truth one thing: thoughts --
(there are no
humanly conferred degrees or awards to suitably reflect this achievement).
Once
that certain kind of man wakes up to this glaringly obvious fact --
nothing
in his head/brain/mind/consciousness is ever the same
(he can, like
a really recovered drunk, periodically fall for a moment, off-the-wagon,
and take a quick
sip, but he can never again qualify as a full fledged drunk).
Seeing
this is not a matter of debate with yourself,
nor
of attempting to intellectually rationalize an acceptance of the idea;
strive
for an objective overview of all that normally goes on in your thoughts
when they are running (as is their norm) mechanically
and effortlessly --
flowing
endlessly though your consciousness,
constantly
bouncing from one subject to another;
from
second to second, the things being thought about changing --
and
then sit there -- still and quiet on that new,
previously
unexplored high hill you have found in the corner of your cortex,
and
just look
-- flint-eyed, cold-blooded -- look,
while
letting float freely in the sky of your mind the idea you are considering:
that
every single thing your thoughts ever think about
that
is something your hands cannot feel -- is
thought itself;
from
one perspective what is going on is thought wanting to gain some
understanding
of itself -- after all, it has done so regarding the
physical world
outside
itself to a breath taking degree -- so why not itself?! --
why
should not thought undertake to study and make sense of itself
same
as it has the atomic structure of matter?! --
why
should it not?! -- no, the actual burr is: why can
it not? --
and
for a certain sort of man, once he realizes it, the answer is easy:
thought
cannot comprehend itself, or even make any meaningful survey of itself,
unless
it somehow becomes uncommonly able to recognize directly what it is after,
and can stop misnaming its desire and misdirecting its efforts.
If
there was a magic-bullet-sentence to shoot open the certain man's eyes
this
would be a prime candidate --
to
privately, via your own doing, realize that almost everything you think
about is actually your thoughts thinking about themselves --
puzzling over themselves -- and calling it: searching-for-God
-- for-The-Truth;
seeking-enlightenment;
longing to make sense of things;
wanting
to understand what is going on -- and it is all but one thing:
your
thoughts thinking about themselves under a multitude of pseudonyms.