Thoughts revolve around my head like hurricanes, often swooping away everything else, carrying me away into an entirely new world. Then, as the hurricanes calm a bit, and slowly disappear, so does the thought, extinct. I believe that, in this disgraceful slaughter of ideas, the spark in our generation is endangered.
You’ve found the corner of the web called the Endangered Thoughts Refuge. Here, we will preserve old thoughts, as well as continue the circle of life for the thought species by giving birth to new ones.
Welcome to your tour to this refuge, please keep your mind open, your brain exercising, and your thoughts flowing, and feel free to add if you want.