An image of a thinker may not convey a clear temperament or tendency, yet it evokes a sense of “pain,” perhaps a “cheerful pain.” When someone genuinely shares their thoughts with others—always in the context of an individual-to-individual connection—there is often a background of pain present as well.

But the very strange thing is, when someone thinks alone - this has nothing to do with sort of an image of a thinker just because our “thinker” here doesn’t able to or want to watch himself, he don’t even feel himself at that moment - this becomes the most joyful and profound feeling one can experience on earth. Truly. To say it more precise, when he recalls, he remembers that joyful, which is exactly born out of the ashes of the painful. This painful comes from all his past experiences, I mean, all, not even some specific experiences but all of them. The opposite status of “painful” seems absent and so unreal…
Pure thinking is what he goes through, where he always has “joyful and profound feeling” like a function links the process of this and the result of that. When experiences come in, or memories, that profound feeling of “thinking” looks like finds its source. Everything is being inserted in an endless circle.

Experience just means some sort of dirty, filthy, things.