I often teeter on the wonderance of what it means to be a brain with a nervous system?
Why I am here? Why I am attuned and attached to an aging body? Why do I think, act, behave and react the way I do?
People are sometimes scared of their own minds and thought processes seeing them as a darkly moulded appendage that is seperate from one’s self an inner coil of contradictory truths.
As I know at this point I couldn’t be more happier being my own best friend, ally and comfort in times of earthly solace to do the right things. I hold in to truths even metaphorical ones and friends of friends a like flow into our pathly existences once again.
Paul Isaacs 2019