One time in university I got a nasty stomach virus and, after days of weakness and eating jello, I finally ventured outside to walk to school. I was so weak that half way there I had to stop and lean against a tree to rest. That tree was so solid and so there. That was the first time in my life that I realized how important it is to have something (and of course, more importantly) someone to lean on. I also realized how important it is to lean. Sometimes I forget, but the tree makes me remember.
We talk to ourselves everyday, all day (and night) for the whole of our lives. We started talking to ourselves before we knew we were a self, we forget what we said because we forget everything from before...when we were too young and busy developing our brain to remember those early years. There is still lingering residue of long forgotten conversations I have had with myself as a toddler sitting around in the crevices...sloughing off occasionally into words I tell myself still. We talk non-stop, and not just with dialogue. Our goosebumps communicate to us, our tingly feelings, our neurons, our peripheal vision. They are all submitting data into our self and expecting us to react, respond or all to often, expecting what they are sending us will be ignored. After all that talking, you'd think we'd know what we think about most things, but occasionally we are stumped. Unless we stop what we are doing and really concentrate sometimes that voice(s) ...
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