Friday September 13th 2013 Tim
I can think of a mind as a collection of rooms
haphazardly built over time. Ancient, some of these rooms, and no
fault of mine. Many half forgotten, left to ruin. Others not quite
complete. Still more on drawing boards. The thing that is you or I, can
move from one room to another. We can be present in any one of them.
There are kitchens, there are dormitories, there are sitting rooms,
there are dark rooms where the light is poor, there are bright rooms
where sun shines, and some rooms too difficult to recall.
If I sit in one room, I can
become easily distracted by another. And too, I can cross the corridor find
rooms that are purgatory, where the colors are wrong, the table upside down,
and something unpleasant under the carpet, but I have no vacuum cleaner and
no hands to return the table to its place, repaint the walls, wipe cobwebs
from the window. Then if I look out of the window I can see eyes staring
back at me. Which is why curtains are quite useful.