where is your mind?

no actually that is a very legitimate question

where is your mind? the 'is' is in italics. you think thoughts that take you to the mediterranian sailing with a topless model to the breakers of hawai on a king size surfborad riding a huge ass wave.

then you are in space, you are captain spliff. not the comic book dammit. you are the_Captain_Spliff.

you take off like a rocket your tail lighted up and streaming smoke across the vast vast galaxy. you are a discoverer of alien races. you are the harbinger of news from Outside. They thought they were alone. Then they met you. Then they wished they were alone again.

the mind the mind. have we ever realized the vast power of the mind? we can span the entire universe and then rush back to focus on that little ant running up your arm to get at that speck of honey you dribbled onto your stomach while eating your toast.

mmmm... honey and toast.

the mystery that is inside our own heads is the biggest mystery we'll ever know. a moment of deja vu when you innocently walk in the door and a friend greets you with a good natured insult; 'Hey asshole hope your day turns out worse than mine!' at that moment you see that girl you've been lusting after walk out the ladies washroom giving you that backward glance and smile with a fling of her hair while you're lauging good naturedly but slowly experiencing that melting feeling thats at the same time sweet as it is bitter.

yes, there's a word for it i know.

That moment was in your mind. you knew about it before. it was created by your mind so that you could make it your own reality. you glance bemusedly, you shake your head, mutter deja frikkin vu man and walk off to get your tea.

you're a spoonbender. and while everyone else calls you a freak and a fake. you still have the satisfaction of shutting their gobs up when you bend metal from ten feet away.
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you close your eyes, you write. and you dont know the person who just took over your body.

psychologists do psyche not because they're good at the mechanics of the mind. they are merely curious. curious about what goes on inside their own heads. in a way, they are possibly the most mentally obsessed human beings among us, they are true adventurers in the realms of mystery; perhaps one of the last great mysteries alive on earth.

but they rationalize. they belittle. culture doesnt like mystery. the species abhors not knowing. the human ego will not allow it. we know everything.

but i say bullshit. we know something, but it is nothing compared to everything there is to know. and as long as we keep denying that there is nothing more to know than what we already know, we know nothing.

so, where is your mind?

and yes, im going thru a fight club revival