"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.
Comments
Tee hee! Yes!
I love the poem and share the sentiment. The tags are brilliant too. Thank you for sharing!
Wonderful, Thanks.