The problem with profound as a topic is that what I think is profound, you might think is a load of old rubbish, and who’s to judge?
Added to that, any thoughts that might have seemed profound when I had them have long since been absorbed into the mental structure, and digging around for them now would be like excavating a basement: potentially destabilising, and almost certainly full of nasty surprises.
I was pondering this as I walked up the street to buy milk (I like my coffee white). There was nothing profound about my walk up the street – more a basic matter of me vs nature in the form of half a gale driving freezing rain sideways (but I do like my coffee white).
I continued to ponder it when I arrived home – as I changed my clothes – as I put my shoes in the magic cupboard to dry. But the only profundity I could find was my profoundly pleasurable anticipation of a mug of hot (white) coffee.