Language is a good thing. When did we start talking to ourselves? Did we talk to others first, and then develop the habit of using words in our minds to tell ourselves what we know. Perhaps the enlightened realm is the state of not talking to one's self and rather listening intently to the world.

May be the world as we know it—society—has purposes we don't know about. Maybe humanity is together growing towards a way of mental being that transcends our current method of talking in our heads, cluttering our minds with the littlest thing just ot keep something there.

Maybe, though, our minds are like a river. There must be something there all the time or it dies. Or like a shark that must keep swimming to breath, like an airplane that must keep air flowing over the wings or plummet. I stop existing if I stop thinking. ('I think, therefore I am': How true is that?)

I've sometimes thought that mind and life and everything somehow has come into existence by its own bootstraps. It is because it is. It grows because it is: like the thought that the economy must keep growing to stay healthy, creation must grow to stay alive. I picture circles anchored at the bottom on the same spot—nothingness, black hole, no mind—with new circles also anchored on the same spot only larger and larger.