A Parallel Air

Our lives are cluttered because we let our thoughts slip from the mind's grasp before they have closed the circle of cognition and they tumble helplessly into a world of things they cannot understand. It is perilous because they are just fragments in need of a wholeness the world cannot provide for mental things. So they latch in to other fragments, swirling through the air we do not breathe, a parallel air made of mind-stuff: incomplete ideas, lost thoughts, dreams in daylight, nightmares and memory-blades which slice open hearts so that their contents fall in forgetfulness. Have I not already told you: these are perils of being human... Our poor reason, that noble vanguard of the mind, once considered a crown of creation, is overwhelmed by all this spent energy. No wonder then reason often sleeps and dreams of the clear thinking that might turn this disorder into ordered thoughts. And in its deepest dream reason touches a calm center which provides sanctuary... Oh, what angel or secret map will show us the way to this calm place?