I remember too when I wanted to relax my mind. The human can get used to anything I suppose. Thought flows in such angry, explosive ways –it’s no wonder we’re scared of it, that it would consume us and sweep us away.
And should you let it grow it becomes the deepest friend –a person, that you speak to on a whim.
Do you trust this friend? Do you let it be? Or do you try to shape it, make it more than it ought to be?
I’ve seen those men that backstab their friends. Their bloody eyes claim that sorry is enough. But a mistake held ruefully, they would surmise. That in the end, an eye is met with an eye.
I’ve seen those that let it be. They clamor about the weather then go to sleep. They struggle to move about and feel their feet, and their thought struggles with no purpose, ebbing like the sea.
And for those that try to sharpen it –a earnest try indeed. But when you visit with a list of grieves, not in spite, but holding it you proceed… That her eyes were not colorful enough, that she seldom sees to work, that perhaps it’d be better if she didn’t overlook! Well my friend, you’re no longer with that girl.
How do you treat your friend then? Well, I presume with laughter and good mead. But does this lead to debauchery? Perhaps this is all that’s meant to be.
Answer me skies and heaven! What is it that this friendship holds? What is the destiny, of the friendship that we mold?
But the heavens do not answer. I turn to my hapless friend. Thought he stares back at me and says, “Look I have bones!
That they should let me stand tall, and move about on my own.
Is this not what I am for? But look you’ve treated me like an old unmatched sock! Left without a second thought!”
And how right my hapless friend was! That we disrespect our thought, overestimate it, let it slack off.
This is no way to treat one’s body! Much less one’s thought.
Would you let your body rot as well? That you would feed it garbage, pills, and sweetly treats?
Would you punish your body overly? That you would exhaust yourself until you fell?
Would you lash out at your body if one day it failed to move? That you would not instead try in earnest, to recoup?
Treat your body well! But then what of your mind and thought?
This friend, he cries out to explore! Then will you let him out the door?
Cogito ergo sum.