Life consists in what a man is thinking of all day.
– Emerson

Oh, Ralph, really? Doesn’t life also consist of what a man is not thinking of? Isn’t life what life is, whether I’m thinking of it or not?

If Ralph was right, and not as much a BS artist as Thoreau,that would really suck for us writers. It would mean that all story must be stream of conciousness, that what the character isn’t aware of isn’t relevant, and that the intangible is no longer sceneworthy, let alone the artist’s stock in trade.

Beyond that, the greatest part of what I’m thinking all day isn’t worth the effort my brain takes to share it with me, let alone my effort to share it with you, so I’m best off telling my brain thanks for sharing, doofus.