Q. What’s going on inside?
A. Depends on where inside.
Q. How about your stomach?
A. Not much acid. More alkaline.
Q. Your heart?
A. Steady and strong.
Q. Your brain?
A. I was afraid you’d mention that one.
Q. What’s wrong with that one?
A. Oh, I’d say it’s probably damaged by now.
Q. Damaged where?
A. The hull of the skull. I’ve got holes in my head.
Q. Like leaks in a roof?
A. Very much so.
Q. And the rain’s getting in?
A. Rain? More like cosmic storms. Bolts of supernatural lightning. Fiery darts from the second heavens. All kinds of random data from the Universe. Hopes mixed with fears. Love mixed with hate. I’m all over the map. I’m a wreck.
Q. Do you feel as though thoughts are flying to your brain from multiple external sources?
A. You took the words right out of my mouth.
Q. Then what?
A. The thoughts formed in external realms of the Mind are now confined in my own little mini-brain, trapped as it were, bouncing off the walls of my cerebral cortex, struggling to interact and make sense of each other.
Q. But the thoughts did not originate in your brain?
A. No, they did not. The brain is only a processor for thoughts that have their origin in mysterious realms of Non-Incarnate Mind.
Q. Realms of the Spirit?
A. Indeed. If I think any of my thoughts are original, I imagine I only deceive myself. Surely they have all been thought before.
Q. Are you sure about that?
Q. Why not?
A. Because the incompatibility of multiple thoughts in my own little brain bespeaks a greater incompatibility with these kinds of thoughts in the Universe at large. I doubt these thoughts want to think too closely to each other, for they repel each other by nature.
Q. And now?
A. And now, though they repel each other, they do so in such an infinitesimally small habitat, they cannot help but bounce off the walls of this badly battered brain of mine, and by and by collide.
Q. What happens then?
A. Well naturally, they’re forced to coalesce with each other, living together in such close quarters, and so they combine themselves into new thoughts full of contradictions. These contradictory thoughts are certainly formed in my own mind — not in the Universe at large. For in the Universe at large, where they succeed at avoiding each other, no such combinations would be possible.
Q. How does it feel when this happens?
A. It feels as though war is waging within me. Uncertain, endless war, with many sides at enmity with each other, and no clear or concrete alliances.
Q. Is there a way to stop the war? To bring peace to your overloaded brain?
A. Only by reconciling all the myriad differences that entail among these different forms of thought, and thus inaugurating a new age of greater understanding and harmony within me.
Q. How can this be achieved?
A. Only by persistence in mediation on my part, until the thoughts are able to live with each other’s differences, and cease to fly about the brain as though bats in a belfry.
Q. How likely is this?
A. About as likely as achieving peace on Earth.
Q. Is that unlikely?
A. Not if we persist. Not if we never abandon hope. We can all do it together — if we try.
The Questioner is silent.
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