Paralysis by Overanalysis

I'm waiting for spaghetti squash to cool so that I can scoop it out and save it for lunch tomorrow, as spaghetti.

While I while away the time, I am thinking about thinking. Today I was reminded that the mind can go on and on. In fact, there are times that I think I'd do well to join On And On Anon. When, or if, I can get my mind to shift into neutral, such a peace overwhelms me that it is nirvhana. Or however you spell it...

Knitting puts my mind into neutral, also sometimes called the zone. I wonder what is the purpose, then, of all this thinking, if it's so much bliss to stop it. To what use shall I put the analysis?

I like to ask questions. I like to chat and toss around ideas. I like silence. But when we start talking about versions of reality and perceptions, I feel like I've stepped off of solid ground onto a precariously swaying vessel. Maybe this is why and how we get rigid in our beliefs and perceptions: because the motion sickness of changing perspectives can be quite uncomfortable.

But in all of this I wonder, is there a higher way. By higher way I mean a both/and approach to ideas rather than either/or. So, is there a higher view of thinking vs. cruising? Is there a zone where analysis also operates and timelessness informs us?

I like to ask questions.