An Odd Memory

 I just had an odd memory.  I just remembered reading the book “Audrey Rose” as a teenager.  Either someone had lent it to my mother and then I read it or maybe my mother belonged to a monthly book club and it was one of her selections that I read.  I do believe that she did belong to a book club.  I never know what my mind might call to my attention, but I guess I am intrigued by my own thoughts because I always find them interesting and surprising.  It can make one reflect on the nature of thoughts.  From where do we draw our own thoughts and why do we choose the thoughts we have if we are actually even choosing them as opposed to perceiving and being surprised by them?  Sometimes we know why certain thoughts come to our minds but other times they can be very mysterious and surprising.