A man’s innate, temperamental mind is not constructed to recognize that
                                 his thoughts are fungible.

Within his own body, units of blood, insulin, etc obviously are,
but to his mind, the products for which it is deemed responsible, (thoughts),
seem to it to each be unique, thus of individual importance.
                   This assumption serves collective humanity well,
                   but interferes directly with a single person’s line of sight.
 

Thoughts confined to representing the status of something material are not fungible; the thought-come-comment that plants must have water to live,
or that objects roll downhill cannot be replaced with any thought to the contrary,
(not sanely and safely),
but any thought/statement/professed fact about matters which have no material backdrop, and exist only in the sense that men’s words say they do,
is interchangeable with any other thought about the matter, (one way or the other), without the subject suffering any damage,
without it in fact, being affected at all.....in that the imaginary cannot be injured.
 

Life has however, programmed men’s collective minds to perceive to the contrary;
sic do they wrangle seriously over thoughts-about-thoughts:
over the thought that Homer was an actual person;
the thought that liberalism is superior to conservatism;
that rap brought an end to real soul music,
(and always most poplular of all), whether god’s correct name is Abe, Al, or Abdullah, (and whether, after the move from Brooklyn, the Dodgers were ever the same again.)
 

The mind with which one is born,
the mind controlled by one’s genetic temperament,
is inherently pushed to profess that thoughts about incorporeal,
thought-matters are indeed less agreeable to fungibility than thoughts about
rock solid subjects.
An everyday, apparently sane man will say that when it comes-down-to-it,
having the correct thought about one’s afterlife is more important than
having the correct thought about how gravity works --
which a casual, unbiased momentary consideration makes ridiculous,
and which, (at the hormonal level, speaking symbolically) -- everyone realizes.
Not having the thought that correctly represents the effects of gravity
can easily kill you,
while you can live to be a hundred regardless of your thought about an afterlife.
 

Observably: for the brain to fulfill its responsibilities in the operation we (it) calls, thinking, men (it) must place (or pretend to place)
great value on the uniqueness of each thought it produces;
clearly not every thought it has is important,
but those which to it are, it will hold to be of singular significance and irreplaceable;
“Who cares whether there are places in the universe where matter is so condensed that light cannot escape,

A man with that unspeakable desire (which was just now spoken of)
to see something which his brain was born suspecting is there –
(but is not sure what it is.....and no one can apparently tell him.....or will tell him),
must, (to ever achieve anything vaguely resembling what civilians call, progress),
as a starter, collect sufficient, unnatural, hard-to-obtain,
(because when you look to see them  --  they cease to exist),
knowledge of the activity in his brain which men (it) calls, thoughts,
to know without any hesitation that all of those which are not representations of something tangible in the tangible world are without substance or actual impact on
the life he physically leads  --
and are thus, one and all  -- fungible.

This is why each man’s temperamental mind can sing for seventy odd years
with a repertoire of only a small number of basic tunes --
            --  and never notice the unrelenting repetition,
(consciousness is programmed not to notice it);
consequently men do not recognize the fungibility of their
non material based thoughts, but rather holds them in high, singular esteem,
(a good father compliments most often his ugliest daughter).
 

None of this can be proven, or even profitably shown to the mind that
everyone is born with;
it would be gold medal inanity to tell an ordinary person that all of the thoughts they have about spiritual, cultural, social, artistic, political, matters are fungible;
the minds of collective humanity would scoff at such an idea,
(should they even take notice of it),
as well life clearly intends they should;
it is damn near impossible to somehow finagle your own brain into realizing this,
and forget-about-it, regarding other people;
(you are on your own --  attempting to scale the world’s highest peak --
which no one else even knows is there, much less what you are up to, succeed or not).
 

It is a one-of-a-kind liberating thrill, not unlike a child being freed from diapers and his own self poo-poo, to suddenly realize that all of your recreational,
(viz: serious metaphysical & cultural thoughts) are fungible;
no one of them is any more meaningfully distinct to the life you actually live
than is one grain of sand significantly different from another.
 

Even though, senior graduation day is when you get past the inborn sensation that the thoughts you have that are not simple representations of something physical in the world outside your consciousness
have an effect on the life you actually lead,
coming face to face with their fungibility will at least
get you out of kindergarten.

                                       J
 
 

 .....What could be more fun than to be at recess   --   with your eyes & head open.