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"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.