think before we type
taking time to
thread softly
through worn
trails.
The Mind
The mind is a riddle,
a racing,
restless puzzle-
it defies meaning,
denies reason
but it is ours,
and with it
one may go far
in this life.
There is nothing
to be gained
nothing to be saved,
little to be praised
by mistreating it,
demeaning it
or the thoughts
of those
who compete with it.
Candor is clarity,
but in musing,
there is majesty!
We need no angels,
but why summon
the demons?
Let us not confuse
a cruelty
for compassion.
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Reflections on the "need" to divulge in armchair diagnostics when addressing the mental capacities of certain individuals in unimaginably shameful diaries.