This morning while listening to a song about Bob Dylan fighting with his twin, the enemy within, I glimpsed a ray of light new to me. Who is that twin we all know about? If one is made of thoughts, well, it is the antithesis of every idea you have adopted as to who you are. It cannot be helped that when I say I like chocolate I also create a thought that I do not like it. These thoughts come like a wildfire at times, all day long and into the night and even when I dream. So, I am building two identities constantly. Opposites. And it is like one of them is considered to be normal me and the other is shunned, rejected and in some way sentenced to remain in a cellar within me where I keep monsters. That one is not about to behave willingly. It wants to live to violate my rules against it. This struggle is normal for anybody who thinks he or she lives inside a society with a name. Why? One must believe one is created by thought as a prerequisite to choosing membership in a society that is definitely created by thought.

I write only to suggest to those who experience what is discussed above that you may not be made of thought. Actually, you can find out for yourself whether it is so. Do not take my word for it. Years ago, someone suggested to me that I really do not end at the surface of my skin. It was told that the farthest part of me extends beyond the farthest star in the Universe. What I know is that upon hearing that I experienced a feeling that I would describe as infinite. It lasted only a brief time and was gone. Now, many years later, I experience it daily when I am willing to sit still and simply be for an hour.

So, if I am correct in my suggestion, then the so-called science of the mind is all dedicated to the study of who we are not. It (who we are not) is in a war, within and without. We feed it pills to ease the pain of living that way. Is that foolish? Find out.