Pietu thinks

How thoughts form or shimmer into being is often disregarded with perfunctory bliss. That it happens, flourishes in our inner world is enough substantiation to keep us from looking beyond the phenomena of its appearance. Had we struggled the slightest in 'conjuring up' our ideation would be be of no importance, for us it only packed the notion of its psychological import with more mystery...more nonsense...serving us rather with its stubborn hidden-ness with which we are more familiar, more accepting of. But if we were to dare look at the bare fact of its activity; perhaps we can make some assertions about its glittering life. Thoughts have a genesis and then the requisite dissolution of their being. Thoughts are 'held', 'maintained', 'pondered over', 'examined', and yet they must be abandoned when our roving interest unlatches its hold and grips on an old thought for a new one; or should we say we intentionally conjure new ideation to sweep away old scenes of consciousness. ---or our thought life maybe blindsided by a provocative emotion when a feeling ---sweeping over us-- demands our bodies be included in its import, at once preempting the tides and oceans of thought one can evoke when duly stimulated.