Hehehe, you're welcome.
It hit me like a "EUREKA!" moment when I realized it. It felt really good, like I had a new toy. A new set of thoughts to work with and reinterpret my world by.
I think that when we bother ourselves with our thinking we do it by way of some kind of internal shell game. Which shell is the pea under? Here? There? Thing is, the pea is under every shell. It's just that we fool ourselves into thinking it isn't and thus give away our agency.
"It's not what I think... it's what THEY think... inside my head... as I imagine it... ummm... Oh, yeah, I guess I *am* thinking that, huh?"
