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The lifetime of a thought is a finite thing – constrained, bounded, by the meat shell it resides in.

And worse, and worse, a thought disappears once thunk, distracted awareness vanishing it beneath clutter.

Is there more to a thought’s lifespan than the merest instant in which it first crosses the mind?

Is the thought a flame? What, then, is the fuel?

The lifetime of a set of words, strung together in sequence, is as long as there are meat shells in the world who are receptive.

It can linger dead for centuries, or more, and then spring to life again when a mind that did not exist when the words were born, stumbles across them by accident and gives its shell over to a rethinking, a re-creation of the encoded thought.

Thoughts can’t survive for long, but they can reproduce faster than termites.

Which do you preserve?

Which do you solidify?

Which do you buttress with argument, encode with symbology, build a system around? And which do you let vanish into the same ether as last night’s fragile, gossamer nightmares?

What’s the right way?

At some point you have to choose.

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