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Involuntary Thought
Or, to only think when absolutely necessary
A man becomes his environment, to a large extent.
His environment organizes his attention.
He moves as one; one encompassing him and his surroundings.
A fish is a part of the ocean he swims in.
A man is surrounded by the constructions of other minds.
He becomes these constructions: they populate his awareness.
They send him every which way.
Crashing into walls.
Or falling forward through the mirage of a supportive structure.
As I write, I hear the wind outside.
Awaiting a push to carry my logic forward.
Thinking has not been needed to bring me here.
A man may find himself in a certain state of need for concept.
Intellect may be invited at the behest of knowing.
Then summarily dismissed.
What a man does not see is that his mind is a worker in a wider computation.
Intelligence is everywhere.
The universe provides.
