Thinking About The Thinking

17/02/2026

We need to change our thinking about the thinking :)

INTRODUCTION

17/02/2026

Power and humor dance on fragile social ground,
Where laughter hides the limits that culture has found.
Bias seeps quietly, encoded in jest,
The mind receives it lightly, yet never at rest.

Propaganda whispers, yet the mind must prepare,
A fertile ground of grievance waits quietly there.
Recency, confirmation, shortcuts of thought,
Guide judgment more than reason, or lessons we’re taught.

Symbols shift shapes but not the structure beneath,
Religion, politics, identity — all play a motif.
Binary thinking insists on villains and saints,
A spectrum is lost as the psyche paints.

History morphs masks, yet patterns persist,
Cycles of conflict in structures exist.
Awareness may glimpse the loop spinning round,
But the human heart loves familiar ground.

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12/12/2025

You Don’t Have a “True Self” — And the Absence Is Dynamic

In daily life, we constantly navigate between different roles—parent, worker, friend, skeptic—each requiring a certain way of acting and presenting ourselves.

12/12/2025

Dreams and revolutions twist with layered cause,
Freud shows meanings branching out with no single laws.
Althusser finds history shaped by forces intertwined,
No lone spark explains the storm that rose in 1917’s grind.
Regression too stumbles when variables overlap and collide,
More factors add confusion where clarity was implied.
Thus complexity grows deeper the closer we press—
The more we seek answers, the more we understand less.

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17/08/2025

We walk as brands beneath the sky,
Adorned with names we don’t deny.
Each emblem worn, a quiet spell —
We pay to show, yet none can tell.

The cost runs deep — not coin, but claim,
A self entwined with someone’s name.
A badge of worth, a dream we chase,
Yet lose ourselves to win the race.

What if the mark could be declined?
Would truth appear, or be redefined?
Would meaning fall, or bloom afresh,
When ancient marks lose their flesh?

So now we pause, both bound and whole,
Entangled in identity’s scroll.
To wear, to shed, to charge the role —
Each choice inscribes the branded soul.

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18/07/2025

They left the house to seek what’s true,
Beyond the walls, through silence, blue.
No meaning rose, no voice replied—
Just winds that echoed all denied.
And turning back, their eyes could see:
The house was just as false as free.

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24/06/2025

There is nothing behind the mask—only the mask itself.

We search for hidden truths, but all we ever have... are gestures, roles, appearances.

Even when we say we don’t believe, something in us still does. The mask believes for us.

We’re not one identity—we’re the movement between many.

You’re not the mask you wear.
You’re the act of wearing it.

No one is fully believer, or atheist.
Just roles played by something deeper—something we don’t fully control.

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