My thoughts do not define my being. We think, a lot, all kinds of thoughts. And we have very few original thoughts.
A thought bubble on personal change. A rock will always remain a rock. Once maybe it was a mountain and parted into smaller rocks through erosion or quakes.
A thought on comparing ourselves: Nothing to compare. When a master met a new follower, the follower said, " it is so wonderful to finally meet you". The master replied