Writing about thinking about thinking

There is the man who discovers and the one who, disciplined, learns. For centuries the conception of knowlodge has never given place to a more wide understandment.

Then you learn you don't really know what you are actually talking - or thinking - about. When trains of thought give place to an errand zone of feelings, the window of oportunity is closed.

I have mixed feelings about leaving my home for a new day. The complexity of the thought of leaving by itself, already bugs me. And that is, seeing as we haven't even reached the precise way of thinking about actually leaving home. It's all about thinking about thinking, and oh, it bugs me. Should I even do it?

Aren't I afraid of going insane and ruining my mind, which could be thinking forward thoughts. It's even hard to explain by the situation what thinking about thinking, as one self act, would be. See? I am confused... I'm glad to know I'm not the only one, tough, beacuse I can clearly see that it might be confuse to think about something someone thiknig about the act of thikning about thinking, that is, you, could become, as the prospect of having done something with no propper meaning, such as what you just did by reading this is... Or will be? It most likely would.