classical romanticism

I believe it to be fairly common that people separate the psychological world from the physical world. (I'm working on getting some sources to cite the development of this idea). I think that the tragedy of this form of perception is that it denies the basic understanding of the human existence as a physical act. Therefore, contrary to the aforementioned idea, I think that the more one understands their own psychological/spiritual existence, the closer they come to understanding the physical world around them. Some would argue that the limitations of human perception shape and distort the actual world from the world which we experience. I don't deny that, but offer the additional note that pure understanding is not the goal but the process of becoming one who seeks to understand which holds the greatest reward. It is far greater to have approached infinity and be humbled by it than to have discounted the destination as possible and grown farther from it with each moment.

possesion of thought

So, I've previously discussed the idea that possession is merely an illusion created by an alignment of the space-time path of an object alongside the space-time path of a person. They can approach each other, seeming to merge, but it is merely an illusion created by to wide a view.
I'd like to explore that idea as it would apply to our thoughts. Consciousness is a journey, a time-line of thoughts that build upon one another, oftentimes arriving at ideas or conclusions that others have arrived at as well. I don't intend to make the argument against independent thought. On the contrary, independence is the core characteristic of human thought.
The concept I am laying out is that the ideas and realizations that we come to are independent of us. It is not necessary for someone to have considered compassion for it to exist. Given this hypothesis we can explore the revelations that we arrive at as a chase, this pursuit for understanding-a passionate pursuit. It is unlikely that one could scarce draw a map to patience, but it is undoubtedly out there, waiting for us to come crashing into it, headlong, with the force of a thousand conclusions to propel us, and the grin of one whose understanding exceeds one's perception.