this has to be easiest thought experiment
ever conceived, and thereby
experienced,
   all it takes, is?
    keep the drum beat of the song flight
by the band wooden shjips...
   point being? the drum beat is so monotonous
but at the same time: drone-hypnotic,
that after reading something in
a sunday newspaper (news review,
best part of legacy, legacy? they call it
legacy media these days?),
   and after a glass or two of kalimotxo...
sunglasses on, headphones on,
eyes closed...
     and catch yourself with the cognitive
lightning strike...
   it's not exactly a lightbulb moment,
    it's not something genius that might require
a patent...
    it comes in the form of losing rhythm...
your tapping (air drumming) produces
a glitch... seriously, if you can't
keep the rhythm of a song like flight?
well, that's when you experience a thought,
or at least a prologue to a thought,
not exactly a narrative, but a "cognitive hesitation",
sorry for the inverted commas on that
description, since it really is a hesitation
on many levels...
   but it's only revealed by the therapeutics
of drumming along to a beat...
   air guitar is plain silly...
i'm surprised that the japanese didn't conjure
it up as a p.s. to karaoke;
   luckily enough this sort of therapeutics
comes from africa, after all,
       africa is the mother of the drum,
as europe is mother to the woodwind...
asia the mother of the string(s)...
    and the rest i can't remember,
so i'll just call antarctica the mother of penguins.
true though, i'm not even playing truant
with regards to this observation,
just experienced it myself...
   every time you stop being synchronised
with wooden shjips' song flight,
you experience a "cognitive hesitation",
a spark, a prologue to what could have been
a string of necessary narration...
only being out of synch. with a beat,
while actually tapping your foot with your
hands, can reveal these "intrusions"
  of the ego... i won't bother with jean-paul
sartre's deviation into that unit clothed
with " "  either... might as well resort to
the spanish wheelchair enclosure: ¿ego?
hardly a sham, but i'm pretty much sure
it was me who noticed this titbit:
  hey, kant invented the dichotomy of
thesis contra antithesis (who ever tells
you it was hegel is a communists squat) -
   there's the classical cartesian res cogitans -
here's my antithesis canvas of the res vanus:
empty like a ******* oyster shell,
       after being served in harrods;
mind you... you really need one or two
kalimotxos to get to flex that monotonous beat
and then glitch it, when the ultimate
     distraction comes along, and catch it...
what? you think this ultimate distraction
will suddenly descend from on high,
   with either a bible, a quran or...
                 tolstoy's war & peace?