As well as thoughts leaving trails of information, (as ants leave pheremones) along paths between things, other thoughts and their human, they also leave territorial markers, explaining what kinds of thinking and feeling dominate different territories and zones and poisonous barrier pheremones, that block the path of certain thoughts.

Draw the borders/boundaries within around my body, in zones between my body and others. Where I filter and police which thoughts and feelings can pass through,

Analogies to political borders

Machine learning layers

Minskies critics This is about how I thought I was sorted about sexuality, I wasn't. I thought of myself as someone who didn't buy into those binaries of gay/straight male/female, but I did and to an extent still do. Which feelings/sensations/impulses do I try not to show? Which things do I try not to hear/see? Which beauty do I try not to see? Which comments do I try not to make? Which looks do I try to ignore?

Im picturing the parts of my self as thoughts and feelings moving together in formation to form partial barriers around me, looking like expanded partial skins, blocking approach and displaying the parts of me I want to see and I wand others to see, hanging in mid air, acting as immune system cells/border guards, deciding what gets through to me and what doesn't.

What I would think What you have to do to be gayWhat you have to do to be straight What I would show How I acted differently in different places around different people, watching/reading different things. How the borders of my gayness/straightnessLadness/girlieness Were drawn differently in different places. Including watching TV, reading comics, listening to music,

Mental emotional conflict Thoughts creating borders of energy Keeping distance- keeping thoughts/feelings separate and well away from each other

Felt like a thought was trying to get my attention and I was trying to close the door to it. Though I'm trying to be very focused, I can never quite close the door. Sometimes it does get the door open, I get distracted and then I have to remember to take it back put again. This takes a lot of energy!

What you said made me realise how much energy I'm putting into keeping the thought on the other side of the door and how tense the battle for control of the door is.

I'm now wondering what happens if I stop trying to police the door. I feel like the thought might not be so desperate to get in. It feels like a relief.

Tonight Laura and I only just finished arguing about who should have done what when it came to renovating the house and getting jobs, when it was time for the online sanga. As I sat I could feel I was still upset.I could feel a bubble emerge half inside, half out of my chest, this is where it was sore, this is where it hurt. Maybe as well as being where i police what I feel, see and show, the borders of my self are also where I feel pleasure and pain. I also have a feeling that, using the ant colony brain analogy, the equivalent to pheromones, spread by thoughts as the scout the space, would mark both the emotional feeling of that point in space and very basic info about what is there and what is happening, danger, coolness, meanness, anger, funnyness.