Forgetfulness

I hate it when I'm at the precipice of a thought and then it escapes or something distracts me from taking the thought to completion.

The folly of humans can be seen in this:

The thoughts we have that contradict reality show how foolish we can be, or perhaps how blind we are to truth.

Perhaps I'm simply twisting things, but today, as I was doing the dishes, I noticed that there were no pots and pans (and it made sense because I had leftovers for dinner). I noted to myself how nice it was not to have to clean such unwieldy implements, and finished washing up. Now, I had forgotten that I had poured soup from a pot for dinner earlier, emptying the pot and leaving it on top of the stove (and thus the pot remained uncleaned until just now, when I happened to see it, empty and dirty, as I walked by to get a glass of water).

In forgetting, we only see what is in front of us, and if our brains are able to observe so much, but only bring into our consciousness a fraction of what has been observed, then could a thought that I had had ("oh, there are no pots") actually be two concurrent, conflicting pre-thoughts (there's a pot on the stove - drawn from my memory) and (there are no pots in front of me - drawn from visual data) colliding and creating a sense of misplaced satisfaction in noticing that I did not have to wash any pots? So by the time those two conflicting thoughts had arrived into my consciousness, all I thought was, 'Oh, how nice. I don't have to wash any pots' when my brain was actually trying to remind me of the pot behind me.

Sometimes we place so much value in observation and in the tangible that we forget that there are thousands upon thousands of factors that we are missing, both forgotten and unseen. Then, when belief systems, science, and other truths come out, our brain reconciles the information into a misplaced thought of 'Oh, how nice.'

I wonder if the separation between religion and science is something like that? We've conceived it to be so irreconcilable that we've forgotten that in both, there could be truth that we're simply missing out on.

Eh. It still bothers me that this other thought is unfinished. Hm. Well, I'm marinating on this one. Perhaps there will be more.