That statement came up earlier today during a "zone-out" period in a conversation. And it made me think...(how apropos)
Random thoughts are like the "streakers of the mind". They come out of nowhere from the dark recesses of the mind in all their splendid (or lack there of), naked glory, to race across the front of our awareness. We are "flashed" by the "raw-ness" of their delivery and made to stop and ponder upon them, whether brilliant or banal.
What clever demons the subconscious has to drive these sprites to vex us. Or pose upon us understanding, perhaps, inspiration.
Just a random thought...
Ponderings happen.
What witty and random prose. Certainly made me think. In psych we call that...well shit, now I can't think of it. Not thought insertion....that's something totally different. What the fuck? I'm having a total brain dump here. Thanks a lot!
Posted by: Tracy | April 15, 2009 at 03:19 PM