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I love thought. I love the ones that get away before the fingers can type it out. The ones that defy expression in written letters anyway. The ones chattering away knowing that there’s more to say.

I love sitting with them, not going anywhere but here. Looking around now and explaining it a few different ways.

I seem to get so far with a piece of writing and I hook on a phrase or a word, turn it into a bit, a bit. I’m afraid I’ve done it again.

I wonder if consciousness is sort of working in reverse of biological matter. While the matter is congratulating itself on bigger and more complex configurations, the consciousness is constantly finding the simpler and more succinct way of being

Learning to drive this year has been an enjoyable experience. It’s perhaps the first time in a long time that I’ve learned something “from scratch” and it’s been fun and fascinating to see how the mind absorbs each stage of the process.

Doing anything enough times over a long enough period becomes rote eventually. So much so that you often come to forget how to not know a thing, or how to not do a thing when a corresponding situation arises.

It’s something we easily forget; the time before we knew. Looking at markings on a page without reading the words they form becomes an oddly difficult task, should we ever think to try it, once a person has learned to read.

Learning to drive over a relatively short and recent period, I can still recall what it was like to struggle with the gears or when 10 km an hour through the empty shopping centre car park felt like quite enough for one day.

Slowly I have felt, and still feel, these actions and experiences becoming more learned, more a part of me, as though I’ve been pulling at those teaching and dragging them in. Then grabbing them again as they try to escape. And again. And again, retaining a little more each time, until they finally find a home with me.

And then I don’t change the gears any more, insofar as I no longer need to think too much about it. Once I was required to pay attention, putting this foot on that pedal then moving this stick like this or like that. Now my foot moves the peddle and my hand moves the stick and I’ve barely noticed it happening, certainly not the particulars, except to know that it should and it will and it has been done. Now I am free to do other things, like looking out for where we’re going.

The monkey mind is the constant chattering of unsettled ideas, hopes, worries, fears, desires, and so on, which are a part of the human experience.

At times we can find ourselves scrambling endlessly to appease the monkey mind, explaining away worries and fears over and over to that dumb monkey up there to no avail. There’s always something else to want or worry over.

Practicing meditation and mindfulness is as if to sit in front of that monkey mind and acknowledge it. Hearing it, gently. Allowing it its say, and allowing that to pass. Allowing the monkey mind to get tired of its games, and to fall silent.

We spend so many of our days following out the instructions (desires, thoughts, worries) of the monkey mind that we even conflate what it is to be “I” with this endless chattering in the head, leading into traps of fears and desires that leave us unable to fulfil our potential as human beings.

“I think, therefore I am”. Rather – I am, therefore I think. The mind is a wonderful tool and asset, but it need not and should not be your whole being.

Train the monkey mind to be silent, simply by sitting, being aware, and letting it pass, and you unlock the world of self that had been lost in the noise all this time.

from what I hear of the stability and the on and on of little things I’d grow tired of the conformity and apprehensive of the certainty revered more than a discordancy that I’d miss inside my heart

rather I’d say not normal nor decent unless by some accident or twist of fate this odd life is my favourite one that I’ve had to live to date

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Engineering
Graduate
Required
Forthwith

Good pay
For enterprising
Entrepreneurs
With sophisticated
Salary schemes

Upward
Thinking
Onward
Motivation
Compensation

Can not
Afford
Not to
Apply
Within

Just to sit
Without plans
Without desire
To be free

I’m sorry my love
For I’ve ordered what I’d wanted
And in the correct amount
To satisfy my need

What was it you said in response
to a thing that I said that time
maybe the first time I was here

It’s all an illusion
I said
or something to that effect

Yes it is
you blew my mind
none of it is real

then you paused for a while
before leaning in to say
and so?