Abstract thinking strings together collisions of thought, producing ever-more complexity or the deepest simplicity.
Tinkering with possibilities makes everything strange, at least at first. But that’s yesterday’s genius.
Today and tomorrow, we’ll mill around some more, waiting for the most certain idea. Even the subconscious doesn’t give time off for the brain to relax.
Said one, “If a mind was so simple we could understand it, we’d be too simple to understand the mind.”
Crunching it all down to the essence, we complicate nothing. We’re always left circling the strange, left with more questions than answers.