On Thinking With Our Hands

A thought exists in its very own original form only where it emerged, in our brain. Our own place, where everything has space, where it takes shape, develops further and finally finds its way to the outside world. As soon as this moment happens, however it may happen, the thought changes in its form and often also in its statement, in its meaning.

In every chosen form the thought changes. The blinking cursor or the voice recording lets the thought arrive quickly, it is captured mostly without review. It looks different and more carefully perhaps in a situation when a pen touches the empty paper sheet and slowly draws the paths of the thought, allows time to choose it ways, the words find the paths that seem right in this very moment.

Often the pen also leaves a long line over the words last written and the path changes, something is exchanged, something is changed, nevertheless the heritage remains. The path is not linear and it becomes traceable how one found it, how the thought left the moment and developed into something. Somnthing new, without loosing its heritage.

For many centuries philosophers, thinkers, architects of knowledge, who expressed themselves in this way. If not thinking itself, then bringing it onto paper was slower than today. It was not fast, but perhaps it went deeper into the act and was more expansive.

Today one can hardly wait until the chatbot has finished writing (back). Information overflow, also in the way we perceive. With the removal of the effort of writing of thinking of reflecting, we get an instrument that often plays in a key that can no longer move us, but instead monotonously lets us repeat our knowledge. Ein endloses Rad an Ratlosigkeit.