My Thoughts XII: "Think About Thinking"
January 12th, 2012 4:23AM
It is four am and sleeping hasn't worked - thinking prevailed. After sitting in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling and thinking about beavers and maple trees, I gave up on sleep and thought I would write a journal entry. And since I have posted a whole bunch of my journal entries here on Hub-pages already, I thought I would just write this entry here to begin with.
Yes, maple trees were on my mind because they are at risk of becoming exinct soon (http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/ottawa/story/2012/01/10/ontario-environment-watchdog-warning-species-protection.html) from what I have been hearing, due to an infestation of a new specie of beetles here in Ontario: the Asian longhorned beetle. This is somewhat of a new arrival (in terms of specie of insects) in Ontario and it has been ravaging through the trees in this province.
I was thinking the Canadian flag might need to be changed soon, if Canada runs out of maple trees. That's what got me thinking beavers ... No wonder the Federal and the Provincial governments aren't doing anything. Their plan is probably to just switch the maple leaf in the middle of our flag with a beaver. I guess that can work ...
This is what goes on through my head at four am when most other people are sleeping. That is what got me out of bed actually. I was thinking if there is any other lunatic in this city, or anywhere else for that matter, thinking about environmental issues in the middle of the night. Why do I think so much is beyond me.
I asked one of my philosophy professors once, how I can stop all the questions which constantly fly through my mind. His answer did not make me any happier when he said that there was nothing I can do because I already ate out of the tree of knowledge. Thanks ... that helped tons ...
So, I guess I am stuck thinking and thinking about why I think so much, why other people don't think as much ... or why I or others, think the way we do, etc. ...
It is what it is. "We'll die and see" - Mircea Dinescu, Romanian poet.
P.S. The title "Think About Thinking" is from an essay I wrote many years ago. My slight obsession about thinking is a direct result of my strongest element within me: Air. And it has always been so.