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My base thoughts are non-verbal. Sometimes I describe it like shapes in a hyperdimensional vector space.
My internal monologue is basically just practicing translating these base thoughts into language, to explain concepts to others.
This describes my mind pretty accurately. Except for one thing: the hyperdimensional vector space thoughts are usually accompanied by a soundtrack of some stupid song I got stuck in my head for the last 3 days.
Songs get churned into the vector space. When there's a song stuck in my head, I'm thinking about songs with similar timbre, similar time signature, similar chord progressions. I'm remixing hooks and adding parody lyrics. The stupider the song, the more intricate the fugues and variations.
And everything draws me to cusps, inflection points, local extrema, global extrema. There are "pure" or "right" configurations of thought that scratch an internal itch for elegance. Maybe that elegance is revelatory, bringing me closer to a more profound understanding of the universe around me. Maybe every line of It's Still Rock and Roll to Me ends with the words "a bright orange pair of pants". I trust the process.
This analogy started to feel particularly accurate for my own experience when I started learning a second language. I realised that I wasn't learning what one word meant in another language, but instead, attaching the two words to a deeper idea/concept. It means that I'd often understand what I was hearing, but even when I was listening in my new language, I didn't automatically have the translation to my native language (English).
And my thoughts/internal experience is like that. I can pull the words out to describe the thing, but the actual thought itself, the concept that I'm using the word to describe is where I would say my thoughts naturally sit