He wanted to understand understanding. So he started thinking about thought. He realized thoughts can get in his way. So not thinking seemed the better path to naked knowing.
He noticed when you start listening for something, you stop thinking -- you quiet down the voices in your head so you can isolate and hear the sound. Thought soon starts up again -- but that just shows you can master your mind and throw your awareness around like a Theosophic ventriliquist.
And the never-ending stream-of-consciousness narrative you always hear yapping away in your head just proves that thought is secondary and you can be a mastermind.
If you can control your own attention, you can stop clinging to temporary things that make you sad when they go away. You can stop having to fool yourself with sleight-of-mind, and not be so mesmerized by your own thoughts.
You're trying to hold on to a wishful fantasy. Sure, baby birds are shoved out of the nest too soon. But that's how we learn to fly.
Of course, a boy with no head means he's unable to wear aviator sunglasses.
Wait -- what was he even thinking about? Oh, yeah -- how to stop thinking.
But what did he understand about not thinking, really? Nothing.
It's something he had to think about.
And that's quite an aspiration for a boy with no head.
