We who think are thinkers who think for those who cannot. It is our thoughts that fill in the gaps and voids of non thinkers which in turn gives them the ability to expand their minds, otherwise not possible upon their own impetus. To have difficulty with surroundings and mates merely indicates an incompatibility with such but such would be expected when one serves the capacity of the self to think; to deny that capacity would simply lead to insanity. We think because thinkers of the past have set forth a path of thinking upon which we travel while intermittently adding and detracting from their resolve based upon our increasing adaptation to new knowledge and scientific discovery. Think freely Douglas and be proud of your ability to think and let those who object fall into their own mundane mental wasteland. Your thoughts are valuable and thanks for sharing.
On Jul 9, 9:25 am, DarkwaterBlight <[email protected]> wrote: > I was just thinking... > > It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and > then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought would lead to > another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to > think alone --"to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it wasn't true. > Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was > thinking all the time. > > I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't > mix, but I couldn't stop myself. I began to avoid friends at > lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the > office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing > here?" > > Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I turned off > the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that > night at her mother's. > > I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me > in. He said, "Skippy, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but > your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on > the job, you'll have to find another one." This gave me a lot to > think about. > > I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey," I > confessed, "I've been thinking..." > > "I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" > > "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." > > "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as > college professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if > you keep on thinking we won't have any money!" > > "That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to > cry. > > I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out > the door. I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche, > with NPR on the radio. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the > big glass doors... they didn't open. The library was closed. To this > day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. > > As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for > Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking > ruining your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It > comes from the standard Thinker's Anonymous poster. Which is why I am > what I am today: a recovering thinker. > > I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational > video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how > we avoided thinking since the last meeting. I still have my job, and > things are a lot better at home. > > Life just seemed ... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. > Soon, I'll be able to vote. > > Anynomous
