In the beginning was nothing. Out of nowhere came, a hush of bliss brought by the easterly winds. It came across a fumbling nomad in the dessert. It swirled upon his head and raised him to the heavens. Then light shone. A very bright, glaring light that comes from a very small hole. Peeping gently out until suddenly the nomad came to its own thinking. Neurons popped, all brain gears turned, though comparable to an rusty engine lacking in oil, gears began to slowly, very gay moving and so the differing thoughts started to appear. The nomad succumb to its powerful head and took a glimpse of his heart. Then from it the battle begins. He put on his armor as if going to a war. A war of no victory as his enemy is himself. Mirroring the same person he would try to pierce his sharp sword, shielding himself from his own attack. Now the nomad is still in a battle, a battle of no victory. Then now, he lives, in a differing world, of a differing views, of a differing principle, and differing people, of differing definitions of words and feelings and values, of differing challenges, and differing approaches. And then he subdued and raised his sword of differing thoughts.
This is nothing but the nomad's battle ground, his sanctuary and his boot camp. Join the nomad on his quest for extraordinary thoughts of life, death, of living, dying, or work and idleness and ever differing irony that might come across his mind.
Welcome to the differing thought.
