The mind is a scab that should not be picked or prodded for it is thin and the fluids beneath are dying to burst. Yet there are not band-aids enough to protect it. It bursts and regrows and bursts and regrows. This is the life cycle of the mind until its demise.
Some people's scabs are ruptured rarely. Others are torn daily. Yet it is difficult to say who is better off. People with pristine scabs know nothing of the mind. It is forever in quarantine, layered by Neosporin. People with mean, pus-riddled scabs have seen the mind's insides spill forth into the daylight. And, like it or not, they have seen and even studied the contents. What condition is your scab in?
Some people's scabs are ruptured rarely. Others are torn daily. Yet it is difficult to say who is better off. People with pristine scabs know nothing of the mind. It is forever in quarantine, layered by Neosporin. People with mean, pus-riddled scabs have seen the mind's insides spill forth into the daylight. And, like it or not, they have seen and even studied the contents. What condition is your scab in?
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