Where thoughts exist

If you will, imagine, inside the tiniest speck of matter inside your physical brain there is an ocean. It extends across the horizon, from east to west, all ocean, no beach,… well, some beach... where you stand and look out as far as you can see. The skies above change; the surface of the water, static. This is where thought lives. And rolling beneath it all, deep, deep, under the sometimes murky, sometimes gorgeous water is an undercurrent that glows a phosphorescent aqua-blue where all ideas exist and roil, calm and contained.