Let's think

What is the most important thing in life of a person? Peace and quiet, success and glory, glamour, independence, presence of loved ones, murmur of a stream in the woods, whisper of the beloved? Probably something special, for each and every one of us. May be even something different, at different stages of our lives. This most important thing, does it always depend on external factors? People close to us, our financial and social situation? Or is something innate, something concealed in the depth of our soul?

How often do we stop and think of time? About how the whirlpool of life draws us deeper and deeper, and everything around us, moves faster and faster. And we try to march in step, without looking back, thinking only that if we will lose the rhythm, if we stumble or stall, the world won't even notice and will continue to rush by, with the same incredible speed, until we end up somewhere on the outskirts. Lonely and forgotten by all. To avoid it, we are ready to sacrifice a lot. Quiet evenings spent with our family, with friends and eventually, by ourselves. Thoughts rotate incessantly around life, encroaching on opportunity to simply be. Or at least to consider how we think, about the actual process of thinking.

How do we think? Pythagoras's pupils were convinced that their teacher could hear the song of the spheres. Aristotle thought in a three-dimensional way. Many outstanding scientists, such as the physicist Stephen Hawking - even in four (with addition of aspect of time). What does this mean? That these people are apriori cleverer than us? Just for fun I ask my husband, whose analytical and intellectual mind I admire, how he thinks. After some contemplation (he never answers spontaneously, which drives me crazy at times), he answers that he generally thinks in XY concepts. But never in pictures, colors or smells. I think in images. And I definitely know the feeling that arises in the course of immersion in sacral or philosophical literature, allowing for synthesized understanding of a certain subject. This never happens without preliminary work. It can only be compared to feeling of zero gravity, separation from yourself. So to say, a physical experience of expansion to a different level of thinking. Never have I managed to acquire this feeling spontaneously.

I shall not compare myself to Stephen Hawking. His main intellectual catalyst may be his impairment. Limiting his daily interactions with the world, it releases spirit, as the only possibility for the movement. Often such restriction of physical activity leads to explosive development of the mental energy, catapulting spirit to the spheres inaccessible to the same person, up to his neck immersed in his daily trot. An example of this is the same Stephen Hawking, before he received his diagnosis. It is, of course, an extreme case, but even we, mere mortals, often don't reach our potential not for of lack of intelligence, but simply for of lack of time, motivation or exposure to the right tools.

At the very first attempt to stop and think of something not pertaining to problems of work, politics, behavior of our children or petrol prices, we begin to understand that we have forgotten how to think. Lack of time teaches us only to react. We forget how to give in to daydreaming. How to simply drift, hoping that under certain conditions, in time, in the ocean of our subconscious, the invaluable pearl will be formed out of the grain of sand, which incidentally got into this vacuum. The Idea.