Thoughts, are like insects.

Thoughts, are like insects. They attach themselves to memes. The memes, attach themselves to thoughts. The thoughts, insects, roam about, moving to and fro, mind to mind.

The internet, is its web, where arachnids, slightly higher forms of thought than the insects, come to bicker and prey.

The majority of these thoughts, these arachnids, are they of any worth? Some, will developed an acquired taste for the tickle of the spiders on their flesh.
But mostly, they are an annoyance.

A commune of insects and arachnids, battling it out for popularity. A writhing hive. Some of the spiders weave their web, in ever increasing complexity, obscuring themselves, and their intentions, in the shadows, in a web of words.

It all seems important, to them, to the insect, and arachnids. But to a giant, to a god, they are all seething, teething insects.

And what is a man, but a miserable pile of words, of secrets, valuable only to himself? Minds cannot comprehend memes higher than their own complexity.

Ummm… how can memes have complexity if they are a hive social creature living symbiotically as much on thoughts as thoughts are on memes within minds?

Is it complexity, or a need for a illusion that fits? A need to belond, to feel busy and doing?

Puff up a Zazen Cushion, looks like we got a few hours of seeking blame by pointing at abstract entities ahead of us before your reign of conclusive conclusions come to a end (or better, a beginning).

I do not blame. Does one spend ones days, poking at insects? Blaming the insects, for being insects? Still, insects can drive one mad.

How can memes have complexity? Most memes have barely any complexity at all. Except for the kind of complexity, the complexity of confusion, a web of words, hiding words into words, and words into words.

Many memes are dormant physical memories. Some are embedded in blood. They are not always in thought form. They float around in books, and the world wide “web” as well. Eggs, for the insects to hatch.

I see you can’t see much difference between maya and myiasis, so to play it safe, rub yourself all over in vasaline and consult a doctor.

Oh you mean Maya, that fantasy land you love so much? That place you want to continue forever?