A vile mind
I sometimes marvel at
the machinations of the mind, the workhouse of activity too vast for expression
in word and in deed.
This factory whose
gates are closed to all but the principal is at its worst, a snake pit of
poisoned prejudices, a cockroach haven of distaste, and a rat’s nest of
disgust.
The things we see and
hear that are processed in the mind yet tempered by good judgement in what we
do is a sign of not only maturity, but of the unique advanced cognitive and
reasoning capabilities of the human-being.
A managed mind
It is why we never
really say what we are thinking or find ways to say what we are thinking in
order not to cause offence or to be seen as stupid.
It is for this that
many are grateful that whatever goes on in the mind usually stays in the mind,
screened from prying eyes and disconnected from the presumed hacking genius of
supposed mind-readers. Just the horror of having your mind read out aloud.
A better mind
At the same time, we are
all capable of thinking better thoughts, of good, of niceness, of beauty, of
consideration, of wisdom and of love. We can direct our thoughts in such a way
that it does not dictate the wrong actions.
Yet, the mind is what
it is, a factory whose function is only really known when the products come out
at the end of the line.
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