ThoughtMonster

What a bizarre concept it is. How weird that all humans have the capacity to “think”. All of us lost in our own secret, silent world of thought. You could look upon my expressionless, passive , frozen face and see only deadpan but my thoughts are coming right back at you. Indeed when Charlie Cairoli looked upon Jimmy’s vacant features for the first time he saw only the target for a custard pie, nothing else. He could detect no hint of jealousy, rage, resentment, acceptance, boredom, love, indifference or ambition as he twisted the pie dish into that open mouth for maximum gain. Nothing gave Jimmy away as he mugged at the sparse circus crowd, he was a professional after all and good at his job. Yet his mind was pumping out thought as he wiped the foam from his eyes and bumbled from the ring to leave Charlie with the budgies.

It is our world, personal, our place which we inhabit alone. I wake and my thoughts wake with me and continue throughout my days and weeks and years. I cannot escape and they come thick and fast , relentless, time and time again….the Numbskulls incessantly typing messages into the brain computer.

Consider the packed cinema audience. Hundreds of people sitting in silence apparently watching a movie together but if we could hear their thoughts it would be a cacophony of noise….dull, mundane, profound, erotic, nasty, silly, selfish, macabre, crazy, bland…..thoughts pounding in each of the brains inside the heads of that peanut crunching crowd.

Try living without thinking. Set yourself a task. Exist for one morning without thought, avoid thinking about anything and see how far you get. Close your eyes now and banish all thought from your brain, when you feel one coming on shout “no thought” and carry on existing….is this Nirvana?

The time has come to let some thoughts out, to unleash them, to set them free from the confines of their inner sanctum. Let them take the shape of words, let them flow from my mind and re form. It is time to take the tea towel off the bird cage and let the canary sing…

Welcome to Thoughtmonster.