Having performed a great deal of soul-searching and
introspection, I have made a decision as to what I wish to do with my life. The
path I am to embark upon in this lifelong journey of life has been determined
with uncertainty so miniscule it would make old Heisenberg cringe.
I am going to become a thinker.
I must admit, I am fascinated by those renowned thinkers.
Their philosophies, their theories, and scholarly revelations are truly
marvellous. However, what I respect even more than these accomplishments of
theirs is their title – “Thinker”.
Now, I looked up “thinker” in the dictionary, and the
benevolent tome yielded this result.
“A person who thinks, as in a specified way or manner.”
Well, that’s absolutely brilliant! I have thought, and a
thinker I have become.
As a thinker, I can tell what you are thinking. You’re
thinking, “It’s not that easy, it can’t be. If it was, I’d be a thinker too,
just for thinking this.” Well, fellow thinker, you make as convincing an
argument as I. Sadly, our mutual dreams must now be crushed owing to the second
and more apt definition the lexicon displayed.
“A person who has a well-developed faculty for thinking, as
a philosopher, theorist, or scholar.”
Devastating it must be to have that faint glimmer of hope of
transcending into immortality as a thinker definitively snatched away by a
definition.
Nonetheless, I shall put this gloom behind me – I suggest
you do too – and together, we shall resume our contemplation upon the subject
of those eminent thinkers.
The aspect of these individuals I find most incredibly
interesting to contemplate upon is their daily routine. Arising from his bed,
after rejuvenating, through sleep, the gray matter which, most definitely,
would have been heavily stressed through the rigorous contemplation of the day
gone by, the philosopher brushes his teeth, and heads over to the breakfast
table, no doubt, for ‘tis known to all that this meal is the most important one
of the day. Of course, the entire day must be filled with hours of thought
punctuated by lunch, snacks, tea, dinner, supper, dessert, and possibly a
midnight raid as well.
With a profession such as thinking, one would expect the thinker to have a rather short commute, possibly a brisk walk to the nearest shady tree, beneath which they install (settle) themselves and get their noggins cracking.
It is abundantly clear that the spot beneath the tree is the
most commonly preferred location for thinkers to get to their work. The proof
of this is that old bloke, Isaac Newton, who received a rather nasty bop on the
head from that fateful apple, the apple his shady, trusted tree pelted down at
him.
The well-known version of this story claims that Isaac came
up with the concept of gravity once the apple descended upon his cranium. The
truth, however, is that old Newton, hungry after all the thinking, took a bite
of the fallen apple, and was immediately flooded with a steady, streamlined
series of profound and enlightening thoughts. The look on his face was not one
exuding joy and contentment, but one of thorough concentration and gravity.
A Eureka moment, one of great import this was, and one that
resulted in three revolutionary outcomes.
The first, and probably least important, was the concept of
a force by virtue of which terrestrial bodies tend to fall towards the centre
of the earth.
The second one was the Apple logo.
The third one, the one that will stand the test of time,
having become a commonplace expression in the English language, the one that
undoubtedly catalysed the entire process and resulted in these outcomes (yes,
this outcome caused the three outcomes.
Recursion is lovely, isn’t it?), the phrase that came into origin as a
means of homage towards this remarkable happening, the phrase, “Food for
thought.”
Does thinking of this make me a thinker? Think about it.
