I stare into the bright boiling sun, as the streams of sweet pour down my face, running through every crack and wrinkle. I notice these small purple dots dance in front of me like snowflakes falling in the wind. At first I notice a comforting warmth like that a baby feels when being held in its mothers' arms. Slowly this heat turns to annoyance. It makes me feel like I'm in a fire that doesn't end. As this fire closes in, I feel my skin melting and burning like the hottest pits of hell. I take off my shirt and wipe the lake of sweat of my face. I decide to relax, and sit on a flat rock under a tree. The shade from the tree gives me a brake from the blistering sun. Then I pull out my book and start to write about all these senses. How the mind relates senses to thoughts of foreign things. How a bright circle in the sky can trigger a train of thoughts that goes from maternal love, then to religion, and finally to curiosity. How is one thing related to so many things of a different nature. How is one mind different from the next. A personality is based on influences from a childhood. If everything is related to everything, then everyone should be at least relatively the same. I will never know where this thought will go, or the answer to my questions. Maybe somewhere someone knows. Maybe you know. But don't try to comment or argue any of this with me. Just read and think. After all, all this is, is food for thought. But remember all is all.
