People of the same community don't have the same thoughts, our different thoughts and feelings makes us unique.

Tomorrows thoughts cannot be thought today.

Tongue is the entry point of your food and exit point of your thoughts.

We experience ourselves our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.

Perhaps I am a man of exceptional moods. I do not know how far my experience is common. At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all. This feeling was very strong upon me that night. Here was another side to my dream.

Some folks are so busy projecting their own thoughts and feelings into situations that they don't know how to sit back and observe from another perspective.