You: I flew in last night
Me, an intellectual: I flought
You: That bird almost flew into my window last night
Rick and Morty fan, an intellectual: An endothermic vertebrate, characterised by feathers, toothless beaked jaws, the laying of hard-shelled eggs, a high metabolic rate, a four-chambered heart, and a strong yet lightweight skeleton flought into mine opening allowing passage of light and air
Not all our thoughts are the same. Some taste differently, have a different signature and are known as floughts. Only some are generated inside our head. Our gut tells us some of them. Others come from the back of our mind or the top of head. I wrote about this in my book, Flavours of Thought.