If the hand walks on its fingers, or glides suspended from the wrist, it can never catch up with a mind which has learned the skill of running in two, even three ways at once. Somewhere along the way even the mind stops, realising it is alone - a mind without a body is a very useless thing - and sits down and cries.
Sometimes some things need tying up. Like the errant legs of a mind.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
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