Because, do you ever really stop and think about thinking? I mean, do you ever wonder where your thoughts come from (other than the obvious medical explanations of the synapses firing in the brain and such)?
I most often wonder where my ideas for such things as circus week come from. I've come to the conclusion that it's very much like having a mind circus playing in my head in several different rings. Fortunately (for me at least), I am the ringmaster and get to pick and choose which idea I introduce on center stage at any given time.
Anyway, back to the original question, where do the thoughts or ideas come from? Who trains the "acts" for my circus? And who hires them and plants them in my brain to perform on my cue? Is it my brain? Does it come from experience, education and knowledge? Or do I have a cosmic satellite dish in my head drawing in signals from the universe.
I’m just not a big believer in randomness in the universe. I can’t believe that molecules just randomly come together and form a chair (anyone who has worked with a committee of any kind will appreciate the futility of any group coming to any useful conclusion unless they are guided by a leader). So who is guiding my thoughts under the big top where I can introduce them?
And don’t try to drag a god into this. I’m not in the mood for a theological debate. I’m just trying to determine why the molecules in my brain work together to come up with the thoughts I think. How is that delicate balance struck? And paradoxically, I’m also trying to figure out why I’m even thinking about thinking about thinking.
Thinking about thinking makes my head hurt.
Whew...glad that thinking stuff is past. The circus is packing up its tent and leaving the blog anyway. It's time to unplug the theme for another weekend of random posts and ponder what next week's theme will be. But I'm not going to think about that now.
At least I think I'm not.