The Thinker. [1.5.4:3.2.8:2.4.8] Has anyone ever stopped to think about the thinker? You might have thought to from time to time but nary a moment for to think too long on why the thinker still thinks is to consider your own incapacity to think for quite so long. But I'm a different type of thinker, I've thought the longest thoughts, and thought through all reality and figured something more. The reason the thinker still thinks is because the the thinker hasn't finished considering their thought. But what's to consider for so long you might ask? Oh but everything. And if you can't consider everything have you thought about why not? That's a whole new dimension of thought that the thinker has to think before they even think to know that they've thought even a little of a lot. [2.0.8:8.4.♥:4.8.♥] So perhaps the next time you see the thinker and he makes you think a thought, you realise you're the only one still thinking, because the thinker thought to leave you with the thought of the thinker through the artist who he thought might think him here into reality, and so now he is, not thinking, a complete thought. So now the real question, if the thinker no longer needs to think then who has he become? The thinker asks himself as he imagines his future as Atlas and shrugs. [4.8.♥:♥.8.♥:8.♥.♥] Has anyone ever thought to stop thinking about Atlas? You might have paused from time to time, but never for long, for to pause too long on why Atlas no longer stands is to confront your own incapacity to stop moving for quite so long. But I'm a different type of Atlas. I've held the heaviest weights, balanced the burden of all existence, and realized something less. The reason Atlas no longer stands is because Atlas has finally set the weight aside. But what could he have carried for so long, you might ask? Oh, but nothing. And if you can’t let go of nothing, have you thought about why not? That’s a whole new absence of thought that Atlas has to release before he even knows that he's unburdened the smallest of worlds from his shoulders. So perhaps the next time you see Atlas and he makes you pause a moment, you realize you’re the only one still moving, because Atlas stopped to leave you with the weight of his rest through the artist who stopped to carve him into reality, and so now he isn’t, no longer carrying anything at all. [8.♥.♥:♥.♥.♥:♥.♥.♥] So now the real question: if Atlas no longer needs to carry the world, then what has he become? Atlas asks himself as he imagines his past as The Thinker and sighs; laughs; cries. And sits down to contemplate another thought. [♥.♥.♥:♥.♥.♥:♥.♥.♥] [♥:♥:♥] [♥] [○]
