There Is Somethng

There is something I must tell you. When I think of it - its urgency, its length - I stifle it. It sinks deep, deeper, almost out of reach of thought and feeling... You must know there is a wide corridor in our minds that runs past brain's daily tasks into a cerebral gutter packed with diverse thoughts, random feelings, dreams, broken pieces of things. They jostle against each other, vying for attention, each one declaring its superior worth, its individual rights, that sort of thing. The gutter gets clogged and nothing moves for weeks until a brain-bolt surges the whole length of the corridor and crushes anything stagnant. Then the pure waters of the mind flow freely, forging their course. For a time. No, I haven't forgotten you, my friend. Nor what must be said, what you - Look! Over there at that delta of the mind's great river, the interior Mississippi! It is a feature of our human glory: thought that never flags, thinking that generates itself again and again, a spontaneous flow of mind-stuff doing nothing other than declaring its existence... And so it goes. Philosophers who see the whole pattern caution us: Mind-Flow does nothing for us, nothing that nurtures flora and fauna, nothing for the world at large. It displays propulsive energy. Some call it energy wasting its needed components that might otherwise serve a purpose. It wracks my mind how all this activity just circles itself in perfect curving propulsion. Is that not sufficient? To play at being the inner Ouroborus, enclosing energy in its circling concentration. All this mental energy, ceaseless, unpaced, eternal. Perhaps it is meant to exist simply to shine over all other existent beings: TO SHINE! Oh, there was something I must tell you, something that gathers momentum, speeds up, races recklessly toward no discernible goal. Wherever we look - in the vast exterior world or in the vast interior world - we are its agonized witnesses... Let us sit here, side by side, on your blue plaid blanket and watch the river flow into the sea. And eventually we will see the stars descend into the sea, and fire and water, once at odds, will be reconciled. By then, we will be asleep, locked in a tangle of limbs, with those huge currents of sea and stars flowing within our deep psyches, alternating at rest or in motion. Let be.