The mind is a toy that can give you hours of entertainment, but like all toys it should be handled with care. Like a runaway bicycle going downhill with no brakes, it can lead you to unforeseen directions. Play carefully, keep it in reign. He keeps asking me to slow it down; how can you ask me to slow it down? How can you dare be offended that I understand what you're getting at and answer your question as soon as you ask it? Are you seriously asking me to dumb it down a notch so that people like me better? That's insane! In sane, in sanity lies insanity. What does it mean if you dream that someone is dead? What is my mind trying to tell me? I won't listen to it, so it talks to me in my sleep. How dare you invade my dreams? Isn't it bad enough you have invaded my waking moments?
"I didn't want you to win this time", he tells me. "You won again". But I don't see the battle - or the game.
About Me
- M
- However little or much I write here, the impression you get of me will never be correct... unless you already know me.
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