the limits we accept

while temporarily somewhere else, i thought the mind is a sponge for information and most might accept that it has a mind of it's own, but those who know better understand that the mind takes direction from the heart and while there are those who might believe the heart and emotions drive their own bus, those who know better are aware that the driver is the mind, even as the paradox eludes nost who know better and perhaps even you reading these words right now... it's all very complicated when it's simplicity is feared... quotable potables, and all that jazz... now you could understand, or you could just turn on the tv and let it tell you what to believe...

of course the seriousness is irreverent (or the irreverence is serious, depending on your point of view), how else would the pill go down?... yes, i know, sometimes even (e)thereal wanders off on a tangent, i mean, even rimbaud was trapped in his times...