Is it new? Is it yours? Is it original? The thought? Was it a figment that sparked off your brain and is it yours alone? I wondered and toyed around with the idea of recycling, of mind, heart, head, brain, combinations, whatever!
Thoughts are like the clouds, fleeting and full of air or gas or water, they are never still, cannot be bottled and are a mixture of recycled water and air, the water we drink and the air we breathe are in the clouds and the water in the clouds is in us, just like our thoughts, recycled and flitting past the mind’s sky.
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