Thoughtless

There was a time when we thought all we could think until there was no new thought to be had, every angle explored until no more questions needed to be uttered. Or was it endless? Ideas presented, beliefs engrained. Thinking, a process in the brain by which we explore ideas, concepts, beings, memory, sensory, life; justifying our actions and calling our actions, our thoughts correct. What then, would be the opposite of a thinking being, a non-thinking being. One that does not think. A thinkless. Thoughtless. Or maybe a partial thinker, one who thinks sometimes. Or a part-time thinker. Working on thinking. What would make a full-time thinker, one who thinks all the time. One would just have to call those that meditate to clear, slow, stop the thoughts, think stoppers. Thought stop. Those who try to think, about thinking, think obsessive...or thought obsessive. The bee said, "I will eat this nectar and in return you will bear a great and powerful fruit. You could feed nations as long as you help me." Then it went to build honey comb much to it's dismay for that very day the honey comb could not stand on it's own. "What sort of nectar is this? Pesticide flavored. No more fruits for you." said the bee as it fell to the ground. Let's not think about it. No te importa un pito.