Friday, July 18, 2008
forever mined water
The mind is at the helm of absolutely nothing. Those who say the mind only knows what you tell it are saying those words in the context of having a good day, and nothing more. That is why those words don't mean dippidy doop to me. The mind is simple because people are simple. Oh... as much as we all would like to think how special we are; and some of us have some pretty nice qualities, the truth is, the mind is mostly water that is being sucked in a downward motion from the gravitational pull of earth and time. Thoughts change; feelings change; we all change, yet we are trained to remain the same. If we are so smart, then why would we lock ourselves in with someone we know one day we will no longer care about? What kind of mind would allow something like that to happen? I will tell you: A very simple one; which is proof positive of the minds' simplicity. Therefore, the mind cannot be at the helm of crickity crack, shmickity schmack! The one thing we have to look forward to is to be a part of the Earth-literally! So get over yourself and begin anew without those little voices telling you,"you can't do that!" Tell them to go fuck themselves in the back of a big brown van!
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