Approximately 18 years ago somebody told me he liked thinking about the thoughts he thinks about while thinking about thoughts. I still think about that, sometimes. Sometimes I think I know what he meant, but then I think about it some more and think again. Once I thought I knew, but then I thought I knew too much. On second thought, what do I know? I thought a lot, had lots of thoughts, and lost my train of thought. Makes sense, no? I don’t think so. So I don’t think I can, think I can’t know nonsense. But will I ever know for sure? I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it. All I know for sure is that I think too much.
