Still A Scott

You may think that after 30 odd and a couple of even years of breathing, pushing blood around MY body and feeding it I would find a better way.

"Shut up and keep playing the game!"

Damn voices in my head.

So I use my wet drive to communicate what my brain wants as far as the body is concerned to my mind which in turn informs me. Then I, through my mind, tell my brain to instruct my fingers to type this dribble. What an advanced creature I am.

Question

Where am " I " then?

Look behind you...

Scary thought isn't it, lol.
March 11

Thunking

Then there was this thought I thought.

But when I thought about the thought I just thought

I realized that the thought I thought I thought

I did not think at all.