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Inertia. The department of stagnation, of indecision, of hesitation, confusion.

Cloud of whispers. Fog of noise.

The mind, is a mystery in itself. But its slowly starting to take shape.

Like a senate, a crowd of people, a fog of a city in turbulence.

You have the observer, quite unique and silent, you know the perception is active, but unless the crowd goes quiet, you can’t see through the eyes of the observer himself.

Thought and no thought. Psychological continuity and the exact pinpoint of what we call now. Now exists only outside of time, now is the perception without filter.

But the crowd is habituated to stay, observe, comment, judge, and decide.

The crowd of thought also serves its purpose, but most of the time its unnecessary noise. However this crowd of thoughts, begins to learn to not impose itself where it does not belong.

But these are all words. Symbols on a screen. Reproduction of attached meaning.

My questions is what is the relationship between the environment, time as thought, and things which are not of thought.