I have a fear of letting my mind wander. I'm afraid it might not come back.
If you actually look at the etymology of the word 'hallucination', what it's come to mean in English is a delusion. But what it really means in the original language is to wander in the mind. That's the meaning of 'hallucination', to wander in the mind.
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
As I live my normal life, I hope to find something that click starts a thought, and then something totally unrelated would arise, and then maybe a third unconnected element would come from nowhere.
There's a fine line between a stream of consciousness and a babbling brook to nowhere.
Without the capacity to provide its own information, the mind drifts into randomness.
I just got lost in thought. It was unfamiliar territory.
My wife says I don't listen when she talks. But when people talk, I'm in my own world. I think - always thinking.
However entrancing it is to wander unchecked through a garden of bright images, are we not enticing your mind from another subject of almost equal importance?
