隨筆

I sit with my eyes closed. The sirens of the ambulance the growls of my stomach The breathing of my lungs I sit here thinking that I control the last But perhaps it is just a recognition that I mentally perceive in my thoughts relating to the control of such, whereas I am not privy to the the thoughts that control the others And perhaps, if I could perceive all such thoughts, I might come to believe that I control them all But where do the thoughts come from? The ego thinks it comes from me, but where does it really come from?