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The Life of a Thought

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The thought enters my mind, where it originated I can only guess. It is possible that its origin is the beginning to time itself and every subsequent thought throughout history can be traced back to that first thought. That first thought which spread and evolved, charted its way through stories and lives and folklore, philosophy and religion and myth and myriad beliefs, films and books and chatter in market places and words on tablets of stone and parchment and paper and recorded on cassette and sent by telegram and email and text message and speeches in conferences and clarion calls in the battlefield and the thought develops a life of its own.

Whether the thought has an actual personality who can say? It could be simply the vessel to carry information of infinite potential from one place to another and repeat the cycle, changing all the time, until the end of time, if such a time will ever exist for a thought.

The thought enters my mind, mixes with all the other thoughts I carry there. Some of it stays with me, stored in a brain with infinite capacity, to be recalled one day or perhaps never at all. Some of it departs from me in writing or speaking or praying or singing or acting or loving or fighting or laughing or crying…and goes on its continuous journey to its next host. But it has left its mark on me, consciously or subconsciously, whether I know it or not.

We receive the thought, we write it down, another person reads it, they receive the thought, they write down their version of the thought in what will inevitably take a different shape and form to the one we had. The next person reads it and they reshape it and write down their version and so on and so on.

The version of the thought that comes to us as we read or listen is different, perhaps unrecognisably so, from the thought the writer of the words we read, and the song we listen to, received and changed to create their contribution to the life of the thought.

When we write a blog post, every reader receives the thought and every reader processes it  before delivering their version of it in their reply. There will of course be similarities in the responses, for some aspects of human reasoning are universal but there will also be uniquely different parts of each readers response. However slight or substantial the variation in response, the thought that is used in reply will have evolved according to the personality and character of the reader. The receiver becomes the guide, the reader the teacher. 

And sometimes when we receive a thought we hold it in our minds without changing it, we hold it so we can watch it, examine it, like words written on a page that we can look at, think about, reflect on, before writing our own responses to the words on the page.

We watch the thought in our minds and view it through our own lens until we are finally ready to mould it and shape it as we wish, as we must. Then, when we are ready, satisfied with our reforming of the thought, we can release it and send it on its continued journey. 

Sometimes it may return to us and sometimes we will still recognise it for it will still visibly bear some of the reshaping it was given in our own minds. Sometimes it may return to us but we will not recognise it at all for although it was the very thought that entered and then left our minds, it will have evolved further and will now bear no resemblance at all to the one we entertained, at least no resemblance that we can see with our own limited vision.

Although a thought carries information, nuances, senses, impressions, it is not harmless. It has power over us, if we allowed it to, although at times it feels impossible to defeat its power or resist it. The information a thought contains can redeem and liberate us, and can destroy us and send us into despair. It can cause us to laugh till we weep with joy and despair till we weep in pain. 

Thoughts can battle in our minds, sometimes epic tussles whose outcome can determine and decide the future course of a life, a family, a company, a nation. Sometimes in the battle the good thoughts overcome the bad and we have joy for a time. Sometimes the bad thoughts overcome the good and we feel sorrow for a time. But the battle of the thoughts is an ongoing one, it is the battle for humankind itself. Each thought has different levels of power and they can be joined by other thoughts and both strengthened and weakened. 

Never underestimate the power of a dark thought to crush you. Never underestimate the power of a good thought to lift you.

In depression, whether for weeks, months or years, the battle of the thoughts rages in the sufferer’s mind in a hostile landscape in an almighty battle for the very soul of the patient. The outcome is not always certain for so many factors come into play and so many thoughts are heard and they seem to contain so much power within them and battle together like ancient gladiators to the death.

But not all thoughts are correct or accurate or true. Other thoughts are correct and accurate and true but they are the very thoughts that are the hardest to receive and hear when the dark thoughts seem to have taken up residence in the mind and refuse to move on.

But move on they must for they are unwelcome visitors to the mind and out stay their ‘welcome’. They are like uninvited squatters who must be coaxed and manoeuvred and finally forced from residence. Such a battle is never pain free. 

The tiniest good thought can have the most profound impact on the greatest dark thought. The tiniest seed which battles and forces and manoeuvres its way past dense soil and roots and rocks and finally breaks the surface and in time becomes the most glorious tree, solid and strong and secure against the elements. 

The tiniest good thought sown in the mind can, in time and through battle, secure and anchor in the mind and illuminate the host of good and wise and firm and true affirmations of the human being. The tiniest good thought can take on the greatest dark thought and slowly but steadily corrode it and weaken it until it finally dissolves and the way is clear for the good thought to grow and evolve and liberate and then be passed on to another darkened mind in an effort to aid its own battle.

When we release a thought it goes to places we never can, the uncharted regions of another mind, to be pondered by another person in private moments and in the recesses of their minds where no-one else can reach them. The thought written in the book can reach the mind of the King or Queen or Prime Minister or President when an actual human person could never enter their presence in a lifetime. A thought spoken in a television program or heard over a radio can reach an audience the speaker or singer never can individually, geographically. A thought can be the most powerful thing in the world. 

When we receive a thought, whatever kind of thought it is, wouldn’t it be great if we reformed it and reshaped it into something truly good and sent it back out into the world, to its next port of call, with the power to illuminate another life and enrich another soul? You have such power, imagine being able to influence a life for good by sending a thought out into the world by whatever means that entails. 


Thanks for reading.

Somewhere Amazing



Author: Through Another Lens

Christian man from Glasgow, Scotland. On the autistic spectrum. Find me in my posts...

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