Thought (n.) runs away with itself when it calls its own reality primordial and nature its clumsy copy, to dodge the charge of nonsense.
Thought (n.) explores nature like a thin flashlight beam in an enormous cave, reconstructing the whole laboriously from remembered spots.
Thought (n.) must be strung out in a line, but nature is not: it is at least a volume and at most an infinitely dimensioned field.
Thought (n.) works like a newspaper photograph: a reconstruction of the scene in dots, which looks like the original and is not.
Thought (n.) cannot see itself, as a sword blade cannot cut itself or a fingertip touch itself.
Thought (n.) follow one another without being linked; former, later and in-between, each one is absolutely tranquil.
Thought (n.) has no separate mind to live in: on the long night, the sound of the water says what I think.
Thought (n.) is the world transformed by the organism, the way food is transformed into body.
Thought (n.) never says "I am arising" or "I am ceasing": thoughts follow one another unlinked, each absolutely tranquil.
Thought (n.) is not really our own, even the most private: we think in languages and images we did not invent.
Thought (n.) that flees into the past or the future is still an event of this moment, part of the very movement it is trying to escape.
Thought (n.) at last can no longer be sorted into yours and life's, once the line between yourself and life has disappeared.
Thought (n.) has run ahead and built its own world, and when that world collides with the real one, "I" feels at odds with nature.
Thought (n.) relates to movement as a strip of film "stills" relates to a real man running.
Thought (n.) is what we are made of: all that we are is the result of what we have thought.
Thought (n.) can think only when it is free from trying to understand itself.
Thought (n.) grows in brains as grass grows in fields; it is part of nature, but it no more represents trees and rocks than trees represent rocks.
Thought (n.) is born of failure: when action satisfies, nothing is left over to hold attention; to think is to confess a lack of adjustment.