! Mind That Mind!

Boundless… yet, it can formulate these things called words… to help itself and us; to call to our imagination, bounds, and boundlessness, in thought… out of sleep and dream, leaps to our assistance as a faithful hound eager for the hunt; in a puckish moment offers us the world.. all that is and all that's not (and it’s particularly strong on what is not…) is it greater, then, than its Creator? No, that can not be; but greater than our image of the Creator – ah! now there's the rub… what is its shape, this shapeless thing? as regular as a sphere – but of a geometry beyond all spheres; its co-ordinates beyond whatever is beyond… yet almost as if it had (its centre everywhere, its circumference just nowhere…) imagined poles, joined yet held apart by imaginary axis – so that it can hold all opposites, all paradoxes; so as you speak one thing, its opposite like shadow, like uninvited echo, haunts it as familiar ghost… see it, hear it, and you’ll win a reputation for broad-mindedness or scholarly indecisiveness…you will walk with blissful universality.. this glorious facility, new-born to us every moment, to be ecstatic in our boundlessness… and all this, before we’ve even rolled and staggered out of bed…