Looking at people I wonder about them more and more, about the unique events of their lives. Perhaps an easy thing for a coma victim, maybe a sign of aging. I wonder what they are thinking and what made them think that. If they are trapped in a thought pattern or if for them thought is an exploration of being. Certainly all humans become trapped by habit, by the things we consider. I too am trapped, thoughts like what next and evolution. I suspect most people think about other people, friends and children, and aren’t so interested in the problems of humanity, except for the likes of Plato, a profound thinker.
Think
