I can see my breath and there are still a few crickets out there playing their song, fading remnants of the summer passed. (I never know if it should be passed or past, and it irritates me that I don't) The thought process never stops, not during waking hours, anyhow. Earlier the thought dawned on me, the one in the title, and it hasn't left me alone all day. As much as I'd like to think I know everything, that logic is faulty. Being readily able to admit when I don't know things, and that's only true because it's easier to save face later, but I live my life as if I'm right, all the time. That is not to say it's good or bad, it's only an observation of myself that seemed strikingly important when it happened, so I'm paying attention, even if it is a little narcissistic and ocd'ish. I don't have a need to be right for the sake being right, I need to be right for the sake of being closer to the truth.
And that's me thinking out loud. Nothing I say is set in stone, my brain and its ideas are like a puzzle, I have 10 million pieces and I'm trying them all out together to see how they fit and work together. How can I live with an idea I haven't tried out?
I just keep trying them out.