Everyday thoughts as they flow by seem unexceptional because you imagine that they are grounded in you, that they come from or out of you. They are your own and yet not your own since you have little control over them. This half-owned, half-found quality is thrown-ness and runs deeper than appears. Whatever you are in this imagination you are not the sort of thing that initiates thoughts. You are an idea that fills the gap of wherever it is these experiences come from, what they are; you distract from the mystery.