Thought, like any parasite, cannot exist without a compliant host.
The successful Idea travels from mind to mind, claiming new territory, mutating as it goes.
I respond well to what I read of Immanuel Kant's idea that the world as we see it is absolutely a function of the way our brain works. In the modern parlance, it's an evolved machine that we carry with us.
But time passes. Fear becomes a memory. Terror becomes routine; it loses its grip.
In the end, living is defined by dying.
Which came first, the mind or the idea of the mind? Have you never wondered? They arrived together. The mind is an idea.
