At the culmination of time, when all the frames have fallen away, it will have mostly consisted of this inner talk that calls itself thought. Without any judgment, whatever is real is in this, is the real of this, already complete but unrecognised. Without ever having encountered itself, it is errant among mists and mirrors. Any state with 'propositional content' falls short of thought, but is effective since it calls on thought, lives on the fading trace of thought, without ever touching it.  You are not yet thinking, and perhaps only at that end will the thought that you have been finally come to itself, uttered into its destination. The thought cannot be completed until it encounters its addressee who is not other than its thinker.