Sometimes I think in poetic phrases; sometimes I think in long, explanatory paragraphs. And sometimes I think like a Mexican jumping bean – sudden, staccato starts and stops… These thoughts have not rhyme nor reason. All together they make for a busy mind that every now and then produces a gem.
But I really, really wish I could control it. And if I could, I would stop it from time to time to experience the silence. Oh, yes! I would welcome the silence!
I would welcome it, no doubt, with words in my head to describe it. Some words would fall together in poetic phrases. Some words would line up in long explanatory paragraphs. And some words, I’m sure, would jump about without direction. All together they would fascinate me with the myriad of ways that they create descriptions of the silence. But then I would really, really wish again that I could control it. And if I could, I would once again will it to stop.
I think this spontaneous thinking stuff is akin to inspiration.
I’m jumping now, no rhyming here, no reason. Just hot, cerebral energy popping me back and forth against the walls of my own mental container.