It's amazing what the medicated mind can come up with....
It's even more amazing what the medicated mind can come up with that the un-medicated mind doesn't remember.....
I've been down with a head-cold or mild flu for the last couple of days and when I woke this morning I found that I had written an intriguing line on my dry erase board. The board hangs just over my desk and within arm's length of my bed, so at some point--- in a medicated haze--- I crawled out of bed and scrawled the following across the board:
What if we knew, from birth, the exact moment and means of our death? How would this change the way we live our lives?
That's it. Word for word. Quote unquote.
I'm not sure where my mind was going with this, but it definitely could make for an interesting path. I should probably also mention that this line (in handwriting much more legible than my "normal" scrawl) was sandwiched between 2 other lines on the board.
Sonatas at Midnight--- a title I was toying with for a short story/novella
and
Fetch= Wraith---- a lesser known definition for a word generally associated with dog-play
Oy Vey....is it any wonder I'm afraid to let my mind wander?
Clearly, left to its own devices, my mind would be in need of CONSTANT SUPERVISION
I don't know if I'll ever know what I was thinking about when I was driven, by an overwhelming and unknown force, to scribble such an ominous line....which sucks, because I'd kind of like to know where this was going.
So, in the meantime, I'll just have to struggle with the unanswered questions and deal with the fact that I might not ever know what my medicated mind was trying to tell me......
And, I'm off now, to supervise said mind......though, another ominous thought has just occurred to me.
If I'm off supervising my mind, who's going to supervise me????
It's even more amazing what the medicated mind can come up with that the un-medicated mind doesn't remember.....
I've been down with a head-cold or mild flu for the last couple of days and when I woke this morning I found that I had written an intriguing line on my dry erase board. The board hangs just over my desk and within arm's length of my bed, so at some point--- in a medicated haze--- I crawled out of bed and scrawled the following across the board:
What if we knew, from birth, the exact moment and means of our death? How would this change the way we live our lives?
That's it. Word for word. Quote unquote.
I'm not sure where my mind was going with this, but it definitely could make for an interesting path. I should probably also mention that this line (in handwriting much more legible than my "normal" scrawl) was sandwiched between 2 other lines on the board.
Sonatas at Midnight--- a title I was toying with for a short story/novella
and
Fetch= Wraith---- a lesser known definition for a word generally associated with dog-play
Oy Vey....is it any wonder I'm afraid to let my mind wander?
Clearly, left to its own devices, my mind would be in need of CONSTANT SUPERVISION
I don't know if I'll ever know what I was thinking about when I was driven, by an overwhelming and unknown force, to scribble such an ominous line....which sucks, because I'd kind of like to know where this was going.
So, in the meantime, I'll just have to struggle with the unanswered questions and deal with the fact that I might not ever know what my medicated mind was trying to tell me......
And, I'm off now, to supervise said mind......though, another ominous thought has just occurred to me.
If I'm off supervising my mind, who's going to supervise me????
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