For https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-188-5-minute-freewrite-wednesday-prompt


The prompt is
https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://i.imgur.com/YrfvfIW.png
"a little extra challenge for you using a picture again. this is by @byn's daughter @loliboofae"


And so we begin.



Earth.

It has a lot of thoughts. Every being with two neurons to rub together has 
THOUGHTS

Most of them are ...
essential thoughts, like
soft, cold, hungry, sleepy

Most of them are sleepy.
Most things are sleeping.

But enough, a few of them proportionately, but a lot of them in quantity
are wild.

Wild thoughts.

Thoughts of things that have never been, might never be. 

In fact, never can be, because
Thoughts have so much and so little detail at once, that 

the world
the Earth
cannot replicate them in reality

Not the way we know it at least.
Unless. 
Unless there's truly another dimension, another 
way that things can be. Maybe nothing is but what is not.

Maybe all we are are thoughts.
And our thoughts are another things that is.

To us, our thoughts exist for an instant, but in that instant worlds are born, aeons pass, they live and rise and poof
out of existence.

And so, and so on

And so are we, then?

We are thoughts. We contain multitudes.

But poof
out of existence.

Find something solid. Question it. This thing dreaming us dreams in such vivid detail.
We're a good simulation of being. 
The thing simulating us is an even better simulation of being.

But there are cracks.

Like thoughts. I think thoughts.
That's a crack

I think, therefore I might not be.