The ache has lifted today. This morning I was giggly and well. This evening I said to myself think whatever you would like to think, I am not going to steer. To my surprise I was then very quiet, not thinking about very much at all. I prefer this approach than the rather stern critical approach when thinking has gone too far and one jumps out of it, with a hit of condemnation. Who am I to condemn my thought? And why do I jump out of thought? Usually when it gets too uncomfortable. So it is an interesting game I play, when sitting all alone. And the rest of the time I am not so different. Just busier. This evening, the excuses: oh, it’s Friday night, maybe the rule can be that I don’t have to do it on Fridays. But did it I did, because I want to. It seems relentless, this day after day, twice a day, but already it is entering the rest of my life, with clarity and stability.

Sometimes there is nowhere to go, and the dimension changes from linear thinking to another direction into itself or out of itself or both or neither. Those times seem entirely different to normal thinking times.