I usually dont engage directly with my thoughts unless I am talking to myself out loud which I often do.
I think mostly on instinct, and rationalise/summarize my actions only if I have to.
It’s a bit like waking up at night in a pitch black room and making your way to the toilet. You barely remember it the next morning, but if someone asks you about it you say “oh yeah maybe” and retrieve/fabricate a memory of you navigating around furniture in the dark (because you MUST have), but can’t actually recall it.
well when a mommy asymptote and a daddy asymptote meet on opposite ends of an infinite grid, they give birth to a finite area that is carefully and lovingly defined, until the mommy asymptote runs away with a thick veiny fat curve that rules her world, and the daddy asymptote just stands there night-after-night watching them bisect each other