You know, my mind , works so erratically at times, that I sincerely wish if the mind were an organ, a physical tangible organ (somewhat like the vestigial organs that we have) , I would have got it surgically removed.
I wonder where it engenders such unimaginably contorted thoughts from, thoughts that are sheer non sense , thoughts that creep in with such a cold, brazen impertinence.
The mind becomes a malignant tumor, that goes on spreading and goes on contaminating the entire self within. What do you do with a tumor ? You don’t store it within. You amputate it! Alas, such an operation is not possible for the mind….
I wonder where it engenders such unimaginably contorted thoughts from, thoughts that are sheer non sense , thoughts that creep in with such a cold, brazen impertinence.
The mind becomes a malignant tumor, that goes on spreading and goes on contaminating the entire self within. What do you do with a tumor ? You don’t store it within. You amputate it! Alas, such an operation is not possible for the mind….
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