The Brain Chain

Swirling mind swirling around its thoughts, rocking and running all day long.  Come back for more.  Problems, worries, frets on the fret board.  Wishy washy.  Uncommitted.  On the fence, wavering and justifying.

Nothing has changed, we are all part of the brain chain.  Philosophers, and others, from thousands of years ago are part of the chain.  They thought like us.  They thought thoughts we thought.  They think no longer, new thinking left to the future, which is always, and perpetually, redefined.

A cylinder, not a circle.  Sparks and noise within, excitement and celebrations.  Chaos and activity.  The cylider itself is suspended peacefully, and silently racing through ever expanding space at the speed of light.

And our minds are occupied with unknown aspects of unknown relationships in an unkown world of unknown people.  We control our movements and actions only, our dispositions and responses.

Our time is now.  To say.  To listen.  To understand.  To love.  The eyes do know, even when they look away.