Can you control the thoughts that pop into your head?
No, Nature (or, my nature), creates them in a chaotic manner which "I" have nothing to do with.
I am just an observer, a witness, the eternal Subject. Am I talking nonsense? Is this just Talking Beef?
Am I just the food I eat? Without the food, a truly ugly and potentially violent evil monster reveals its true nature.
Civilization is not civilized. I would like the Devil to write a book, a horrific satire, and, of course, a psychological thriller. Maybe the Devil writes all the books.
If we do not control the thoughts that pop into our heads, then our brains are sitting ducks for Big Lies and Narratives created by animals just like us who can't stand the smell of their own shiit, animals who do not control the thoughts that pop into their heads.
What kind of creature am I? What kind of creatures are we?
More importantly, what is the true nature of this world in our heads?
What is the nature of this reality where all creatures born must eat to live?
If we say the nature of reality is evil, we impose an abstract judgment based on human ethics/morality.
There are non-human elements within us all. I like the expression "frustrated vaginas" used by Celine in Journey to the End of the Night. It gets to the heart of the matter.