think

Everything can be explained. The Universe, and what came before, and what comes after. Science can explain everything- Black Holes and lightning and tears and melting polar icecaps and twinkling stars and so much else. But its latest, greatest project is the big one- people. The why and wherefore of the human mind and what goes on in there. Psychologists try- but they only get so far. If everyone just looked into their own heads and asked it questions, we'd have answers. We'd be getting somewhere. But there'd be so many answers- we'd be flooded out. Each mind is different- the way it functions is unique. So, by one person's logic, one cannot hope to judge what another is thinking or feeling at a time. You can only know for sure what you are thinking- even that, not all the time- and, if we dig deep enough, why we are thinking it. Though, as I have found out, if you spend too much time probing inside your own head, you tend to get paranoid. What you are thinking at any instant may be quite contrary to what you stand for, because you haven't really thought about it properly yet, and you wouldn't think you could have, and you're surprised by it, and you wonder about the whys of whys, and the whys of those, until your head is like one infinite Rubiks cube, and you twist and turn, but it only get worse, further and further from where you should be going, because the path gets longer because of all the detours of side questions, and a step is less than a step, because it isn't worth as much. You get wiser, your vistas expand, but you don't really get anywhere- you don't seal the business deals, or complete the assignments, but nobody asks, because they're too busy thinking too, and all of it ceases to matter, and everywhere, in homes, around tables, on rocks, in the desert, in offices and under the stars, everywhere there is conversation about what people have thought, and realised, what they have discovered, and what they never knew they knew. And the world becomes as the early philosophers were, walking about, inspired, unaffected by disease and death and the low in man and the earth about him, because the bad parts of everything aren''t so important anymore, only that there is greatness in man's mind and soul, and in what he is and can do, and there will be nothing disgusting in men, because once you love yourself, you don't need people- either to exalt them or to degrade them and feel good thereby- you and your completeness are all-encompassing, and you cease to need other people at the basic level within you, where you are and noone else should ever be. And the world is good, and there is joy in everything, and every action- every breath and movement is joy, because life is joy, and the world is great, and we stop looking to places beyond this life for our joy- we find it here itself- and the world is at peace with itself and everything that exists.
If only people stopped to think.