Thoughts. My head is full of them. Cogito, ergo sum. I think, therefore I am. Do I choose my thoughts, or do they choose me?
Do I think, or does thinking happen to me? If I can’t control my thoughts, are they mine, and therefore do I exist? Is there space in me for big thoughts? Or for really small ones?
Perhaps I should pay attention to the relations between my thoughts. Music is notes and spaces between notes. Perhaps thinking is thoughts and spaces in between.
I am spacious enough for the spaces between thoughts. As I become aware of that space inside me, my thinking becomes spacious. Spaciousness creates value.
I am not my thoughts. I am the empty space where my thinking happens.Therefore, I am conscious. I am.
(reflect alone) Are you the master or slave of your thoughts? (start dialogue) Can you create an empty space inside you, and open it to another human being?