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  • When I was little - I guess five or six - I thought that thinking was a more physical thing that it is conventionally considered. I mean that I thought one had to employ the muscles of one's face - scrunching and scowling was involved, closing eyes, causing pain and intensity if possible. My dad didn't argue with me on this one. He didn't argue with me much which must have meant he was an immensely patient and generous fellow because I wanted him to argue with me. I thought argument was a supreme form of love.

    Now when I consider these things - I do believe I was mostly right.

    A further refinement that I developed for thinking also occurred at this age. I do not remember the moment I came upon it but it became my practice to ask my dad if I could stand and bowing my head slightly rest it on his abdomen about where his solar plexus would be. He agreed, probably liking my funny little ways, or perhaps believing that I must be on to something. I would place my head in the correct spot and close my eyes. I would scrunch up the muscles in my head and face and prepare to receive thoughts. They would arrive! A few moments of this and then I would thank my Dad for his kindness and go on my way.
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