Why? Oh brain, must you constantly torment me with so many thoughts. Constantly corrupting my silence with new insights, and random thought fodder. Granted often these thoughts disappear into the ether, never to be heard or thought again. Were do all these thoughts go? What are they made of?
Perhaps God feeds off these unused thoughts, ever hungry for more. The better the forgotten idea, the more He is satiated by it. Maybe not.
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