3355. THE IDEA OF MIND

THE IDEA OF MIND

The idea of Mind is to circumnavigate this globe in a

wordless fashion while yet still being able to retell

the tale of the journey  -  that voyage burned in like

a tattoo on a broad, wide forehead. Words mince

no meaning in their silence. The eye scans the

page for something to grab onto.

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I once read that Russians  -  the ordinary, the

ones in the street  -  in 1957, after Sputnik went

up, wondered fretfully if it would discover Heaven;

even to them, I suppose, an ever-present wonder,

or something to wonder about, at least. Nothing

like that ever happens now. Jaded and bored,

we sleep, or, fretful and scared, we weep.

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In the end, all of this is the one same thing :

an osmosis and wearing of the fabric of time.