"THINKVISION"
[23/4/2026]I've just sat down to stamp out a blog post about an idea I have that I wanted to have archived somewhere via jabbing my keyboard over and over, and just now as I have turned on my monitor to begin writing I am met with the title of this very-difficult-to-execute idea that I have. I'd call it ThinkVision.
Even now as I write, of course, I am editorializing. Some writers are able to and/or prefer to have their "stream of consciousness" straight from brain to mouth to hand to words-on-page as a first draft, then go over everything with a comb after the fact. This blog post is authored with a mind that criticizes, scrapes away, fills in the cracks, and editorializes as it goes. Every word written and unwritten is simultaneous as the mind is best able to recollect the written and the yet-to-be-written. In this sense I am filtered. Here will not be written some dogmatic droll about what "authenticity" is (and if asked, there will not be an answer provided you). What is typically written in the blog posts on this website are flashes and lightning strikes with the moment passed and only smouldering cinders in its place. The infinite time of the moment it comes has passed on through the mind and is imperceptible.
Maybe to have Robin Williams star in ThinkVision would be the right call if ThinkVision were to be posed as some statement, or art film kibble cast to the dogs of producers and executives before its time. ThinkVision would be cast from the mould of nothing to make the shape of nothing in particular. It would leak out the sides of the sand-cast into scalding-hot vapour-liquid pooling onto the cutting room floor below. All of it would be slag and it would serve no purpose if you think of purpose as to produce something that makes one consider or think about their stand and row in life. It would be purposeful in its desire to see waste produced to see what the end result of the process of intentional waste would look like in one particular sectional case-study scenario. Not anyone but the producing mind would even see the flash and pops of the hot pan.
ThinkVision would require setup. Very thorough, proper, yet not entirely intricate setup. Three to four microphones has already been deduced to be what would be needed. Many battery packs as well. What is yet to be considered is external stimuli. The microphones would be able to record every word and consideration and thought and passing comment and judgement and sadness and woe and cry out to the silent world made by the mind into the recorded format where it could then be transcribed into words of a "book."
Old friends has postulated streaming as "externally thinking," so we could theoretically train ourselves to think only through our mouth. It'd take prep but once this is done and as prepared as possible, the microphones would record everything. They would know everything. The page would become merely every word ever thought by this mind with as little filter as possible and no shame. Some individuals across time have done the work we title fit for the anthropologist and historian, which is cataloguing, recording, jotting down and interpreting every word written and every rattling cough made by the passed-on figures. There is a finite amount of words we know they (the people written about, not the ones doing the work of documentation) have been intentional about. Letters, calls, speeches. Will every Discord message, Facetime call, and passing glance in a 24/7 doorbell video camera be catalogued and scrutinised over again and again in the same ways? Would it be with rigorous tribute to form, or more of a layman's platitude towards the whole endeavour of a life partially spoken-now-written?
This is where the question of external stimuli comes in: does the words of a stranger, or a lover, or anyone or no one in particular at all, shaking with their waveforms the boat of the mind, make ThinkVision a "compromised operation?" No. There is no goal other than to record. Its goal is not even to have others read though it would be open to them because they would find no value in the words or in the whole of the thing itself.
Delving within will do nothing. The psych could not help when needed. Today is the first day off of much of the medication that has been prescribed us. There could be a lie written here - "the Lamotrigine and Lexapro prescription has run dry" - but why lie? The choice has been made to not pursue those tactics for the time being. Now going to see where it goes because it leads us not but we pursue it regardless of its unintention. There is merely nothing else to be done.