Doing a lot of thinking lately and perhaps thinking is a dangerous pursuit for someone who is habitually addicted to thinking and pondering. I wonder how long before my mind finally snaps and degenerates into a cacophony of delusion. Indeed if the truth be told I am in the throes of delusion as I sit here and ponder more about the nature of delusion and mind and thinking. My addiction to thinking even goes as far as thinking about thinking and thinking about that thinking and if you then surprised me from my delusion and asked “what am I thinking”, I would be perplexed as if rudely awoken from a deep sleep, confused and disoriented and most assuredly I’d reply “I don’t know”. It would be a lie because I would know what I’d been thinking but I would want it to remain hidden and I’d want to deceive you with claims of innocence when I know very well that my thinking was sinful as with the original descent of man and the fallen angel. Although I’d be deceiving you when I claim to not know what I was thinking you will automatically or even psychically understand that my thinking would be that of doubt, because I even inadvertently confessed it when I said “I don’t know”.

Enough of thinking. It is too hard to bear. So I will  do no thinking and become vegetable become man become mindless because mind is illusion and not within the realm of this reality that the illusion of mind conceives. Thinking with an illusion is delusion and delusion is thinking with what cannot be. Duplicity and multiplicity in uniplicity is complexity. Jibbering. Gabbering. Yammering. Rhyme nor reason what can this mean? Stream. Conscious. Dream.

Still I wonder if this is all that it seems?