Sometimes I forget that people think. I mean, its a common mistake, people just don't look like they're thinking about much of anything. They just stare... not to say I don't stare, but I'll throw in an occasional "Duuude," or, "myep," or my favorite, "eh?"
It took a trip to walmart to remind me that some people think, and others don't. And I'm not saying people are stupid, or mindless, but they are somewhat closed-minded. Some people live their whole lives concerned about everything within a fifty mile radius; how many people concern themselves with the rest of the country? the rest of the continent? the world? How about galaxies? I might be one in a thousand, but I think of myself as a person on a planet floating in space, spinning outwards from a star, which is spinning outwards from the center of our galaxy, which is spinning outwards from creation. Is this a crazy concept to imagine? Or am I just now coming to realize something that nearly everyone knows but doesn't care about?
Maybe I'm looking at this too deeply. But I do think about how people think. And I worry about what they're thinking about, on a grand scale of course. I don't give two rats about whether they think about me or someone around me in other words. That's just being paranoid.
On a grander scale, I have to wonder if the general population of the planet is, well, educated about the planet. I mean, maybe I'm pushing reality onto a lot of people... well, I still do wonder.
What do people think about?
If bioelectricity is the soul, then our thoughts and dreams are our soul's essence. Our ability to imagine, that is of particular importance. How would anything be where it is today without a little imagination?
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