We think we are alone when we think that thought in our heads. We have grown to believe that nobody can read our thoughts, our inner most musings, entertainments, fantasies, feelings, perversions, and questions that we run through our minds every day of our lives. We think we are acting out of our own interests. But the truth is… we are merely mimicking the behaviour of our local group. We are connected to a giant collective unconsciousness of our cultural groups, which are then connected to other such local groups.

As crazy as it sounds, what we think affects our entire local community. Our family, friends and, eventually, our local cultural group. This is not a moral exhortation begging everyone to think “good”. But an attempt to throw light on the possibility that we are not alone even in our deepest ideas. We are part of an electromagnetic field that causes ripples every time we have an idea that changes the world we live in, even if it is just for us or for many others.

Therefore, thought and consciousness are not properties of an individual. They are, in form and in abstract content, properties of communities. That is a bond that we humans share with each other. We feel it. We experience instances of telepathic wonders. We share stories of miracles that stretch the fabric of human experience. Our fiction is all about it. Our mythology is full of it. Our storytelling is about the bond between human beings that can be felt but can’t be seen or heard. We were made like this.

Yet, we don’t do what we are supposed to do. We do what everybody else is doing. We follow a fad. Spend our time scrolling through reels. Endless minutes of life spent away.

But, if we get to do what we want to do, we must take that life and run like the wind. Occasionally, sit back up and sip a beer to celebrate it. Because, our existence is mocked by its certainty to end and the possibility to witness love, beauty and greatness, while it lasts.