I Think

I think . . .

Stop right there.

We think we think, but actually it’s a thought that thinks it thinks.

There is no ‘I’ that thinks.

Think about it.

Can you find this ‘I’ that thinks it thinks?

This sounds rather silly (frightening?) when you think about it, and it gets even sillier (more frightening?) when you try to find the ‘I’ that thinks . . .

. . . and can’t.

This ‘I’ that thinks it suffers, that thinks it prevails, that thinks it’s happy, depressed, sad, or lonely, where is it?

And if you can’t find it, who is the one looking?