Not all of my thoughts are in English. In fact, many of them are in no language at all. They exist as intuition. As something deeper than words. A sense. A knowing. A pattern recognized before my mind has the chance to translate it into language.
The subconscious is critical. It guides me when logic alone is not enough. It allows me to move quickly, to make decisions with precision, to understand things that cannot be explained in sentences. Some of my best insights come from this place. They emerge fully formed, not as words but as truth.
I trust my subconscious. I do not always need to think in structured language to understand. Some things are felt before they are spoken. Some realizations come as flashes, as instincts, as a sudden alignment of ideas that my conscious mind could never have forced.
This is not randomness. It is the result of deep focus, constant learning, and sharp awareness. My subconscious works while I live, pulling together everything I have absorbed, making sense of what seems invisible to others.
I do not need words for everything. I just need to listen. The mind knows more than it speaks.