A person's train of thought is
ontologically a
banal and mysterious intangible
concept. Why is it I always tune in to the best
radiowaves of ideas that float around the
kosmos after having abused
substances and standing over the
toilet bowl peeing to my heart's content in a state of satisfying
relief and
relaxation?
I have actually noticed
patterns in my train of thought, similar
subjects will recur and lead me to similar
ideas, reminding me of notions forgotten and as I compare my writing to my train of thought in
real life I realize I have given a part of my
persona to
E2, part of my
fundamental being. For instance, that
joke which I told my friend yesterday, I will look for the appropriate
writeup to apply it to. That joke was my
property, an extension of my
persona, of my being and I scratched it into this
stream of
consciousness called
E2 along with
extensions of hundreds of thousands of other
users.
E2 is alive and has one merged train of thought of its own, I await the day it will lash out and destroy everything due to that
cliché but instinctive notion of
self-preservation.