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i couldn't sleep, but instead of writing things down i just talked to myself for three hours. this activity, this conversation, had the format of talking 'to' someone. and even though eventually as i went along i began to compose these ideas as if i were in fact addressing 'not myself' (another person/people) i must admit that this can only be normal human behavior. for i was not, myself, excluded from this dialogue as it flowed through it's stream-of-consciousness like course. and that is nothing more than an extension, another take on the voice we all have in our minds. that indeed our minds are made up of. to paraphrase sam harris "there is a voice in your head......haven't you noticed?" and "thoughts simply arise in the mind...what else could they do?"
maybe i wasn't even talking to myself. i mean, i was, but if i were to recall the "conversation" and document it, and then later read it to a room full of people, i might later say instead, i was just writing a lecture. in my head.
so...what, i'm telling you how instead of sleeping i stayed up and pooped out all these brain-things, and i feel silly and interested at the same time. self conscious because people think that people that talk to themselves (or other people that aren't there) are crazy. interested because this is the modus operandi of human cognition. language. syntax. and then. "cognition" -- is that the word? cognitive...hhmmm.
to sum up, i just stayed up late, thinking. and i 'thought' by pretending i was addressing a group of people.
and, to completely end everything: practically all my thoughts take place in this format, where i'm imagining a conversation being held with someone or someone in particular. even thoughts that only concern me, that only i could ever imagine thinking of, are told to me by myself.
what the fuck?
maybe i wasn't even talking to myself. i mean, i was, but if i were to recall the "conversation" and document it, and then later read it to a room full of people, i might later say instead, i was just writing a lecture. in my head.
so...what, i'm telling you how instead of sleeping i stayed up and pooped out all these brain-things, and i feel silly and interested at the same time. self conscious because people think that people that talk to themselves (or other people that aren't there) are crazy. interested because this is the modus operandi of human cognition. language. syntax. and then. "cognition" -- is that the word? cognitive...hhmmm.
to sum up, i just stayed up late, thinking. and i 'thought' by pretending i was addressing a group of people.
and, to completely end everything: practically all my thoughts take place in this format, where i'm imagining a conversation being held with someone or someone in particular. even thoughts that only concern me, that only i could ever imagine thinking of, are told to me by myself.
what the fuck?