A space to drift...

Thoughts tend to drift. Just like continents.

Indeed some thoughts are much like continents: they are hidding under the surface in a sea of boiling iron and only surface very slowly and, when they do, often most of them still remains underseas and take a very long time to pop up while they clash with other monumental, already stablished thoughts, finghting for their piece of space in the surface of our conscience. In the process they get morphed and distorted, but algo do get a chance to rise and support a wealth of marvels.

Ah, thoughts... fighting pre-existing concpets, always clashing with one another, sometimes breaking, others erupting, and no matter how static they may look, always in restless movement.

Come, join and let us both together examine the nature of these misty, foggy, evanescent entities trying to make some sense off them.