Unproductive thought is the pollution of a corrupted imagination. Not all thought is narrative. Animals think and wonder, they just don't rationalize. Contemplation is a state of perspective, by which the body has its own mind always in a state of wonder. The irony of language, and of the otherwise healthy ego, is that language has been perverted into becoming a weapon by which the mind and it's capacity to wonder have been obliterated. If we want to understand the limitations of language, logic, and the narrative ego, we can say "Neti, Neti. Neither This, nor that." The Truth lies in between reality and the alert imagination. This is the only freedom of the mind.
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