Ideas are your children. Ideas fall to you from above without your asking, or you reach up as high as you can and pluck ideas from above. Many ideas fall to you easily. Some ideas are not wanted. Some ideas you crave. Some ideas are tiny thoughts. Some thoughts are revolutionary. Some thoughts are brand-new, and some are recurring.

It could be said that new thoughts and their bigger brothers, ideas, surround you, and you run into some and not into others. We can differentiate ideas from thoughts, or We can group them, interchange them, exchange them. We can lump thoughts and ideas together and make them synonymous.

Many thoughts come uninvited, and you would wish them away.

Brilliant ideas may flood your mind, and then you can’t remember them. Oftentimes thoughts of your dreams from a sleep you just woke up from fly away, and you can’t catch them again.

Remembered or not, every electrical impulse of thought contributes something to you. Thoughts may flounder within you, or they may flourish within you, or they may drop off the edge of the world.

The whole world, as beautiful and defined as it may be, is an idea, a miraculous idea. Of course, you are positive that ideas are real and grounded while you have them. Ideas always seem to be dancing or cavorting or connecting themselves in some sense. Ideas are lively.

Ideas and thoughts can be heavy or light.

Thoughts are free for the asking, and some thoughts won’t leave, try as you may.

Thoughts are electric charges going off like blinking Christmas lights encircling the world.

Thoughts can be new or recharged. You have a mind that flourishes with thoughts. Wham! Pow! Look at these thoughts come, and watch those thoughts go. See what your novel thoughts may come to. Thoughts create themselves and lead to others.

Some thoughts are ongoing. Thoughts can make you feel many ways. You feel your thoughts. You touch some that are hot-wired, and some thoughts are as cool as cucumbers, and some thoughts are just out of reach, yet you are never out of thoughts.

Thoughts pop into your head. Thoughts are like a mass conglomeration available to all and grasped by some.

Some thoughts are floaters, and some thoughts are calculated. Thoughts are like a piñata. You poke them, and then you are flooded with them.

Some thoughts are big, and some thoughts are little. Some thoughts are clear, and some thoughts are vague. You have thoughts you don’t even know you have. Some thoughts you have known always.

Some thoughts are your own. They truly come through you. Some thoughts stray into your mind. Some thoughts belong to all.

Little ideas are thoughts, and thoughts you never thought of before are called ideas. Ideas are light bulbs, and little thoughts are sparks. Some ideas and thoughts are smashing.

Thoughts and ideas come in color. Some have golden hues. Some are fresh and rosy. Some are gray, and some such mixtures that you don’t know what to make of them.

There are little thoughts and big thoughts. There are big and little ideas. You can make much of thoughts, or you can make little of thoughts. Thoughts can be friends or strangers. Thoughts can stay with you or fly away.

Speech comes from thoughts, yet many thoughts are unspoken.

Thoughts can be a maelstrom, or thoughts can come in increments.

Thoughts can be flowers, or they can be onions, or they can be grass. They are indeed fodder.

Thoughts can be put out to pasture or held to your heart.

You can try to deny thoughts, yet they will drop in on you as they wish. Thoughts can be wayward, thoughts can pile up like snow, and thoughts can march in and out like an army. Thoughts can be flagrant will-o-the-wisps, or thoughts can be as steady as the prow of a ship.

Thoughts can dog you or flog you, yet thoughts are thoughts, and that’s all they are.

Some thoughts you can manifest, and some thoughts you can’t get away from or away with.

Thoughts that are dropped from Heaven can be lost for a time or reconfigured. Thoughts are nothing, and thoughts are all-powerful.

And yet between thoughts, between words, there can be no thoughts. Sometimes you have thought: “What are all these thoughts doing here anyway?”