Colonial Dustbin

A wise man once said "as breathing is my life, to stop I dare not dare". It was probably Spike Milligan. If I Google it I'll only get adverts for SCUBA equipment or inhalers so no real point. Thinking about how you go about breathing isn't really healthy. No more than thinking about digesting or thinking about how to walk or any other automatic physical action. Thinking about thinking is also quite difficult. I'm doing it now and it's not getting me very far in terms of understanding thinking.

Thinking about thinking is called metacognition. It’s the process of reflecting on how you think, learn, and process information. It involves being aware of your thought patterns, questioning your assumptions, and evaluating the effectiveness of your problem-solving strategies. Aye, right, give me impulsive benign retribution every time.

It’s like stepping outside of your own mind and observing how it works or more likely how it doesn't. Self examination generally leads to emptiness and disappointment, having an innocent mole removed from your posterior or feeding some ongoing delusion. Nothing wrong with a bit of positive delusion now and again. Here's some we prepared earlier.

I'm now thoughtlessly typing this and none of it matters, these are only more fleeting blips and virtual messages from the suburbs of the heartland of some battered old colonial dustbin, but there's always a bit more to come ...