In Transit.

Sitting infront of my computer, I suddenly realize that my brain has a mode that allows me to release my pent up thoughts upon the world. The internet. I let out a villainous 'lol', and proceed to write.

Where are my thoughts when I search for them? Where am I going when I search for them? Do I realize that I search for them, or am I simply programed to do so? My thoughts aren't physical, I can't hold them in my hands... how can I be sure that they themselves have any hold on reality? How do I know reality has a baring on me and my thoughts?

Schizophrenia is not for the timid.

Must all thoughts carry themes? Seriously now. Why can't I simply go on a tangent every once in a while? Just because a sentence needs to have structure doesn't mean that the thoughts that follow need to as well!

Thoughts are paths, we just travel through them so fast that we sometimes forget that they weigh so heavily on our worlds. I just realized something... thoughts, if thoughts are what connect us to the world by allowing us to recall and re-live memories, then emotions must also contribute to our memories... Are they a direct part of who we are, much like our bodily sense-based memories are? Or are emotions simply an element, part of the overall system, no different than what the eyes or tongue tells us?

Emotions are fascinating, I've always taken an interest in how emotions lives among us. Are they our escape from inescapable logic?

I know that this blog entry is full of questions, I suppose I'm asking myself the kinds of things that I'd want to know, y'know?