Musing on Pondering (aka thinking about thought) — In Thelminian ideology this is not redundant. Sometimes I find I have burrowed so deeply into my thoughts that I have trouble finding my way back out. Other times, I flit about the surface, never quite making contact. Is there a finite line of demarcation where thought starts and stops? And, as for Descartes’ “I think; therefore, I am” posit, I’m pretty sure that when I flit, I am still me.