While I can scarcely think of a place less useful to be than inside the brain of a Newfangled Person, one can hardly suffer a difficult circumstance without a lot of them, well-meaning, telling you that's where you are.
"I'm keeping you in my thoughts at this difficult time" they will say. And better, "We are sending you our thoughts".
"Oh, you hadn't better" one wants to reply "You seem so keenly in danger of running out and besides I much prefer a bottle".
Does it seem odd that the Newfangler, who sees no sense or science in prayer, is untroubled by the idea of perfectly intangible thoughts, sent 'round the world as if by magical fairy post, to sprinkle their benevolence?