Everything consists of thinking, whether its the stars and the moon we look up at during our night sky, or the Earth that shapes beneath our feet... every individual thought... consists of thinking. We have the ability to gaze for milliseconds into the universe's life span- and thought is what travels our lives through a surmountable maze that can be passed or lost within a cellular duration. Except... at pieces of our puzzle, it seems unrelatable and unnecessary to continue. We can witness our worlds wonders through this 'thing' called thought; we can see life within our beings, we can perceive what we choose about others- and we can destroy it all like a toy, or a book from our childhood that is mislead in our heads to a dark alcove where it will no longer witness a cerebrum's sunrise. But it's all up to us... and that's the thing about thought.