Mind

The moon orbits the Earth; the Earth orbits the sun; the sun orbits the galactic hub…what does the mind orbit? The mind is a double star orbiting a Singularity: a black hole. Thoughts are its event horizon; spoken words, its comet tail; the line of the penned word, a drifting contrail. The Double Star: I and Not-I. The Black Hole?: Who, What, Where, When, Why….but especially WHO AM I ???

The mind whispers to itself. It tells itself what it knows. It tells itself Religion, it tells itself Science; it tells itself Mathematics and Philosophy. It narrates unto its own ears, and thereby sustains its path above the Black Hole; ever-accelerating—out and away. But how does the speeding bullet strike itself, when it’s the only goal? How the gurgling infant decree and design its selfsame birth? For here is the mystery of the bottomless Black Hole: WHO AM I ???

In Einstein’s Curved Cosmos, the omnipatetic pursuer discovers only the ebon space behind its eyes—the fleeting, receding shadow of its own headlong rush: the presence of absence. Yet that movement is the conjuration of the panoply and play of all phenomena and perception. So the mind whispers, constantly, what it thinks it knows, and can know only what it thinks—and is thereby helplessly ensnared in a web of its own spinning. The kitten chases its tail, and has amusement enough for a time. But the mystery remains, for those unavoidably fascinated: WHO AM I ???