Creative Writing 1.a. : Thoughts

It's somewhat nonsensical, but it's a start. Part 1.a. completed at 10:26 PM 4/16/07.

Reader, do not treat your imaginations coldly by brutishly rebuffing the thoughts that arise in the midst of your minds with careless enmity. Whether they be ponderous or aimless, indulge in these thoughts as you would indulge yourself in other pleasures of the world. Treat each thought like a fruit in the garden of your mind. Garner each thought as carefully you would a fruit, gently breaking it off at the branch from which it stems, lightly placing it in the basket of your attention to be grappled by the hands of the hungry, taken apart and consumed by those who devour it, enriching them and giving them sustenance to live on, to think on.
What thoughts consume you? What thoughts have you consumed? What thoughts enrich you? What thoughts? What thoughts?
Are they secretive recluses that hide behind the doorways as another ponderer opens your mouth to pick your brain? Do they hide there forever after you die, forcing the interested to pick at your brain by picking at your nose with a pick just as the Egyptians did to their deceased?
Are they grand thoughts that take no measures to conceal themselves; openly inviting those who wish to hear, the opportunity to peruse through them like paintings, masterpieces, at a scene aesthetic?
Renounce the masks of your mind. Be open. Share your concerns. Share your idiotic ramblings, sophisticated theories, sophisticated ramblings, and idiotic theories. Let not your mind be suppressed; to do so is to languish in the creativity of the world. The complexities of our world in comparison to the nothingness of space must propel us to keep moving forward—just as the complexities of the universe and of the nothingness of space should incite our imaginations to add on to our world.
Does the prospect of being erroneous hamper you from publishing your ponderings? The possibility of being wrong? If so, then what is it to be wrong? Who has the authority to judge your thoughts, dub them as inaccurate, and call them out on being mistakes? To shout blasphemy? Everyone?
Everyone has the right to think that you are mistaken. The world could disagree with your thinking, but just so long as they are yours; then you will always have the right to disagree with theirs in rebuttal. Be a heretic of thought. Propriety is for the drones of society. Think without the aiming to ingratiate or disparage another. Think your own thoughts for the benefit of you.
Michelangelo and Da Vinci used morsels of paint to piece masterpieces of color. Dickens, Poe, and Orwell used words to construct towering prose and poetry. Darwin used observations to unearth major scientific theories. These morsels of paint, words, and observations acted as catalysts in the chemical reactions that ignite the creation of their worlds. These virtuosos of their fields dedicated themselves to their thoughts, their catalysts, and elevated themselves to levels where no other could combat them at the competition of who could write more Dickensian than Dickens or who could theorize more Darwinian as Darwin—becoming peerless at the competition of themselves. What thoughts catalyze you? What thoughts make up you? What thoughts make you?