The Mind

Mind. A marvelous object. It shoots a thought a millisecond. Most of them don't make sense though. Directing them is where the real challenge lies. We all think without stopping. May be not even in sleep. But great thinkers are those who have learned the art of concentrating their thoughts on one thing. Once you have succeeded in doing that, the rest is relatively easy. It is in fact harder to come out that state of concentration. Take John Nash for instance.

And on the 5th day the fans started rotating, but with jerks

Creativity is purely accidental and greatest creators of this planet are the luckiest sons of guns to frolic on it. Let us assume this is true and have a peace of mind. There are all kinds of creators . Some create shit and some can not. Shit generally happens, it is not created, not intentionally at least. To imagine every one can, but only few come with brilliant ideas. Reason. Random sampling.

Let us imagine, as we can, the flux of ideas flowing across space and time. Now imagine us to be rather static entities performing the process of 'ideating'. Now the so called great ideas must be, by definition, rare. These obviously occur at a certain space and time point to a certain lucky creator. I repeat, creation is arbitrary, take the shit you are reading for example.

Now people get offended when another says 'the creation' was by accident. I hope to have calmed at-least a few. God is, by my argumentation, is the biggest fluke buster.