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Pure Thought

     When I think, I think in words. I don't mean to, I just do. I get the feeling that most people do. How much does the english language guide the way that my mind works? If my native tounge was japanese would I have different thought experiences than I do as an american?I wonder if people who speak multiple languages are capable of better understanding their world. Is it more fully realized by the various idiosyncrasies of words meanings?

     After some pondering about whether a multilinguist can "think" grander than a monolinguist, meditation reared its head. If the point of meditation is to silence the mind for greater clarity, could it be that words are actually getting in the way? Instead of helping define our world, could language actually be hindering our minds, chaining our thoughts to rigid concepts? Is there a pure form of thought that exists without language? A pure form of thought that is powerful and free? Is this what the mystics and monks and meditators of the world have always known?

     I imagine that we all get a small taste of this when getting deep inside of a book. The letters cease to exist, your current surroundings fade, and an entire world opens up around you with fully fleshed out characters and environments. We've all experienced this, our minds are powerful, capable of creating entire worlds from words on a page. what could it be capable of on it's own without a guide or restrictions?


      I've often wondered how the great minds throughout our history were able to imagine and create their respective works. It's said that Nikola Tesla was able to fully realize his inventions in his mind, from each little part, to the fully working complete machine. Is it possible he was able to turn off his mind and utilize a pure thought form, allowing him to create pioneering inventions without peer? Was this how Einstein was able to imagine space and time in a completely new fashion? Is this what artists are tapping into, pure creation, running through them like a current onto a canvas?

     My own experiences with the arts tells me there is much more behind the scenes of the mind we don't quite understand. Whenever I've written a song, I haven't actually done any writing, the song will just kind of exist all of a sudden. I've never understood it, and certainly never argued with it, but have always wondered where they come from. Maybe this has been my own interaction with pure thought.

     I don't often meditate, but this thought experiment has convinced me I should do so a lot more. Free your mind, Neo.

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