Thoughts… Or something like that.
I just painted
my latest work.
Is about thoughts.
Thoughts.
Passing through my brain.
You can say:
”What is that anything special”
”We all have thoughts”
Yes. We all.
But what I see about thoughts
is that they have colors.
”Yeah, we all dream in colors”
Agreed.
What i just painted is not what we all see.
Or dream.
Is what we don’t see.
Or dream.
”Then, if you don’t see it
if you don’t dream it…
What the fuck are you talking about…?”
You’re right.
I am talking about nonsense.
The nonsense of thoughts.
Electrical impulses.
Dendrites working.
Synapses galore.
Millions of nanosecond connections.
Barely touching the next filament.
If at all.
The marvel of a natural computer
well beyond any artificial one.
Well beyond our pathetic imagination.
Well beyond, again, our most feverish dreams.
If we ever dream at all.
As some great philosopher said:
”Life is just a dream within a dream”
And I am just a thought outside a thought.
Or a thought lost within a thought.
Or a thought dreaming of a thought…