What we really want from the world
I have been doing a lot of thinking since I was little.
Sometimes, I do my thinking after I read a great book.
Sometimes, after I lose a loved one to circumstance or death, I think.
Other times, I do my thinking from a jail cell.
I once did my thinking in the cold waves of Coronado bay, out off the coast of San Diego, California, while I trained for the Navy Seals in bud/s class 243.
I’ve thought for three whole days as I drove from the Atlantic to the Pacific on both herbal and alchemical stimulation.
I thought deeply at a bar in Washington, D.C. after I met Congressman David Jolly and was pinned with the Star of Life.
I thought long and hard during the thirteenth mile of a half marathon, just as the sun came up over the horizon.
Then again, I did my thinking while walking the railing atop the Skyway bridge in Bradenton, FL. That, of course, had me do a little thinking in the Indian Rocks Mental Hospital for a week or so.
Over the past few years, I still happen to think a lot. I’ve read that the purpose of thinking is to eventually abolish thinking altogether.