I did read Cognito Ergo Sum.

I should reply there, not there are a lot of ideas covered.

I was never very attracted to formal Western philosophizing. Too often it seems caught up in language and I prefer to live as a function of senses.

When the little voice in the head gets too belligerent, I make it make up words, until it goes away. I find my own consciousness is like the sun in the daytime. So I prefer nighttime, when I see the other suns. The mind is like a radio, picking up vibrations, thoughts, visions, perceptions, just floating around.

Have you ever heard the term, "floaters?' Those dark areas, spots, waves in the vision, that seem to be dismissed as optical flaws. I realized long before I even heard that term, it is other conscious perceptions intersecting my own.

When I was a kid I remember laying on the porch, watching this ant crawling along, when it stopped, like it sensed something. Then there was this tiny cone of perception waving around with its antennae.

Having grown up around a lot of animals, I would sense their mind/synchronization and act on that, rather than let my mind conjure some analysis of what they might be thinking. Horse listener, rather than horse whisperer.

Driving is when I encounter it the most with people, as everyone is concentrated on the area in front of them. Otherwise I'm not around a lot of other people.

I have to let signals form themselves out of the ambient noise and light. It seems there is something I'm just one cell in and I have to be in synch with it.

So when I come up with something to write down, it usually has been tumbling around in my mind for long enough that I think it's clearly stated. Lots get lost, edited.

I've had epilepsy for the last 34 years, so I know about picking up the pieces of the mind and trying to put them back together. So I try keeping it together. The drug tends to make me a bit air headed, unless I concentrate.