"I"
can point my finger and wiggle it.
But WHAT is "I"?
WHAT is "WHAT?" for that matter.
When I close my eyes and recite
the words of a poem in my mind,
there is a sound to these words
that cannot be heard by anyone
except myself.
Unless I CHOOSE
to speak them out loud.
And make them real.
So,
do I know something?
Or do I know nothing?
The answer is both yes
and no.
But what does it mean
to KNOW something?
Thinking about the
THING that thinks.
Thoughts.
I can say YES to them
Or I can say No to them.
It is my choice.
But why do we choose - what we choose?
What is choice?
A chemical release of good or bad hormones?
Is choice biological?
Is it possible that all we really need to change the world,
is a change in diet?
Maybe terror-ISM is related to constipation,
and bad diet.
In addition to
bad thoughts,
leading to bad choices.
This post is what happens when you read
Rudolf Steiner right before bed.
