Acharya Prashant addresses the question of how to know whether our thoughts are our own or if they belong to society. He explains that as long as you are social, your thoughts, expressions, and everything else will inevitably be social. They cannot be anything else. The very sense of 'I', the feeling of 'who am I', comes from the outside. Therefore, all activities of this 'I' will also be external. Whatever one thinks or does, whether trying to achieve something or stop something, will be an effect of conditioning (sanskaras). There will be nothing spiritual in it. To determine if an action has originality, one should ask, "If I had not been conditioned, educated, and influenced in various ways, would I still be doing this?" One can also ask, "Do other people do the same thing in similar circumstances?" or "Will I remain the same even if the circumstances change?" or "Have I always been like this?" For instance, smiling at someone seems like a simple event, but behind it lies a long saga of conditioning. We don't just smile without reason; if the person or situation changes, we won't smile. Is there anything within us that is untouched by time, conditioning, and period? Is there anything that has not originated from somewhere, that is without a cause? Acharya Prashant uses the analogy of a dog and a goat reacting differently to grass. Understanding this simple event can reveal the entire process of the mind's conditioning, the meaning of diversity, the world, interests, purpose, and the ego. He clarifies that spirituality is not about drawing conclusions; the process itself is everything. If there is any conclusion in spirituality, it is the Self (Atma), which cannot be contained in words. Spirituality is not a self-improvement program to remove vices or develop virtues. The game is not about gain. The most important thing is to pay attention to the 'I'. After that, everything will fall into place on its own. The game of spirituality is played without purpose. Whatever is real is simply without reason, causeless, and futile, like the wind blowing.