I am, therefore I think. The art of thinking has been my joy since before I even knew myself. Curiosity has always burned within me. What, why, how is this? I have known from my earliest thoughts that it all adds up – but to what? Is this “what” a knowable thing? Or does the mind fold over on itself upon asking? Can the mind withstand the answer? What is the value, then, of “thinking”? Experience teaches me that thinking or believing is a trap. No matter the mind’s effort, reality will always exceed it.
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