Where is my mind?
Not the center of the nervous system "brain." The Mind. Capital "M." The royal Mind...
In Hippocrate's words, "Men ought to know that from nothing else but the brain come joys, delights, laughter, and sports, and sorrows, griefs, despondency, and lamentations."
Scientists will attempt to convince you that the brain and the mind are inseparable entities. This is a blatant fallacy. Scientists are almost always at least 40% wrong half of the time.
This I know for certain: my brain is most definitely inside my head. My mind, on the other hand...nowhere to be found. Some might tell you that it's way up my ass...but that's mostly complete nonsense. If my mind happens to be up my ass, it is not "way" up there. Rather, just sort of hanging out in the region...not unlike a dingleberry. But I assure you, I have looked and it is not there hanging on for dear life in the region most commonly associated with the final process of digestion. Nope.
Truth is, today, my mind is on the winning side of an impromptu game of hide and seek. It seems to have found a fairly good hiding spot.
Let's be perfectly clear about this. I have not misplaced my mind. It just happens to be an elusive little shit.
With my feet in the air and my head on the ground...
Where is my mind?
Today's Jazz Hands sought without success. Day one-hundred and thirty-eight complete.
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