The infinity loop of a politely fine line within internal contemporary thinking:

thinker: You fine?
Same thinker: I can be. I mean, I think so. So, yeah, fine.
Well then, fine it is.
I guess, if that’s fine?          pause in reply
How fine does it need to be exactly? In order to be really fine?   
before it becomes too fine? 
as in, re-fined     har har to self
is there even such a thing as too fine?
ok ok. I give up.
Oh, that’s just fine.
Are we going to start around on this again?

Thinking to oneself doesn’t often take you to where you thought it would.

Or where you had once been assured and promised it could…which was to the truth…


Thinking is fascinated with thinking first…caring is low on the thinking list of things to think about. Thinking doesn’t know anything much about caring.

If, however, we put honestly sharing and openly caring as our guide and use thinking to solve the logistics, if any, then my thinking has a good purpose and is a fine ally…and never goes around in circles.

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