‘Is telepathy real?’ I ask myself – ‘Is this me thinking this, or someone else?’
‘Are these really my thoughts?’
I have no way of knowing, I realize
The awareness coming to me with sudden stunning force:
I just don’t know!
I have no way of telling
Perhaps I will never know
Perhaps there isn’t even any difference; perhaps we only think that there is?
Perhaps it works equally well both ways
Who’s to say?
Is telepathy real, I wonder, my thoughts slowly unfolding themselves in the soft darkness of the room where I lie sleepless and perturbed in my bed
Can other people think my thoughts?
If other people are thinking my thoughts for me, would I know? Would I ever suspect?
Or is it that I am thinking their thoughts for them, without ever knowing that I am doing so?
Perhaps whole civilizations depend on me…
Is that genuine telepathy, I wonder
Is it a hoax?
How can I ever find out?
Does it matter if I find out or if I don’t find out – whether these thoughts are mine or yours?
‘Is telepathy a real thing?’ I ask myself
My thoughts are slowly and mysteriously unpacking themselves in the velvet-soft richness of the darkness that surrounds me –
If they are my thoughts, that is…
Image – Crosstalk cover art by Jon Foster