I’ve been giving some thought to thinking, something I am prone to do, and this is what I thought up. What I think is thinking might in fact not be thinking at all but some evil genius putting thoughts in my head. Now if we concede that this evil genius does in fact exist and is not simply a figment of my imagination, which given his or her evilness would be moot, as he or she would be the source of my imagination, thereby reinforcing the notion of me having no thoughts of my own, then when I think I’m thinking, thinking my own thoughts, I’d be sorely mistaken. Now if I am correct, which I seldom am, this evil genius is part and parcel of the solipsism of Rene Descartes, the father of cogito ergo sum. If this is true, which of course is moot, as how would I know not having thoughts of my own, then it would be reasonable to assume that this Rene Descartes, dare I say, is the evil genius. And if this is so, then he is to blame for the horrible thoughts I am having right now. Anyhow, thinking is highly overrated, and given this evil genius crap, not worth giving a second thought to.
