A gentleman with an Airedale offers this distinction:
Between the mind and thinking, “It is the distinction,” says he, “between a slop jar and the slop therein.” And, “Arf!” agreed his companion.
When the traffic passing your house becomes of decreasing interest,you’re living in a better neighborhood. (Taken a bit further, you might realize why mystics never have a home address.)
According to one legend:
Each man is born with a single sun
in the middle of his head,
but as the mind develops,
it splinters into many smaller ones.
(This particular legend concludes with the words: “Dig it!”)
For thinking creatures, maps have an inherent danger: ‘they are alive!
and once used, are almost impossible to kill.