Where are the thoughts coming from? From the
brain, of course. Ok, but how do they get in there?
You didn't learn how to talk by
yourself. You didn't invent the words; you learned them from people
around you.
So, first you have to learn how to
talk. As a four year old, you could probably talk quite well. Most likely you were talking too much and people around you told you, or begged you, to shut up, at least while you were eating. Maybe they told you that all your questions were driving them crazy.
Ever since then you have been talking,
constantly, asking questions, coming up with answers, inventing
stories and explanations. And if you don't happen to have anyone to
talk to, you talk to yourself, in your fantasy, in your head.
Then, in school, they taught you how to read and write and about proper thinking. And from friends and peers, books and films, you learned how to think in improper ways.
My point is, what is going on in your head has its origins, not from you but from outside of you.
Then, in school, they taught you how to read and write and about proper thinking. And from friends and peers, books and films, you learned how to think in improper ways.
My point is, what is going on in your head has its origins, not from you but from outside of you.
In any case, when a thought pops up in
your head, where does it come from? Do you invent it? No,
thoughts just come, don't they? From out of the blue.
Somehow, the electrochemical activity
in your brain create questions and explanations from the words
you have learned. You are like a saxophonist who has learned a number
of notes and a number of melodies, and then, at some point, begin to
invent his or her own melodies?
Imagine that you could see the
electrochemical activities in your brain, enlarged on a computer
screen. What would you see? Actors, like holographic images? Would you hear voices?
Imagine that you could follow exactly
how the thoughts were formed.
I have absolutely no idea of why I
write this. And, is it really me who is writing? If so, what is this I really made of?
The idea that you are alone in there,
inside your head, in your brain, is ridiculous.
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