Thoughts are handicapped

How annoying and uncontrollable my thoughts are. What a flux. I have no control over them. Nothing is clear. They hit on my head like bouncing balls on a tinfoil. I pick one or two at a time, quite randomly. And connect them to the followed up to make a rhythm. To create some kind of understanding. How bizzar...

How many can "picture" thoughts as they are. Can you at least draw a flower as it is without looking at it. Can anybody do it to the utmost detail. But we think we know what a flower is. It makes the point that we are handicapped. In a way we don't know what we know, what we think we know. Our thoughts are not clear. They are hazy, vague. What a world we live in. Evolutionarily, we are way primitive, still. Brain has a lot to develop. But we are at a stage that we all can agree upon consensus just good enough to be able to communicate with each other even at this very inferior level of conception. I can tell you this. What we think we understand is nothing, zipo. We don't understand a fraction of a fraction of what realty is. We are an ignorant but an arrogant lot.