the voice inside
It keeps on happening. The ideas strike at wierd hours.
As if the mind has a life of it own. It is thinking irrespective of I am thinking or not. It clearly has it own agenda and goes about its life exclusive of mine. From nowhere, on its own free will, it barges into my chores, smack in the middle of what I am doing and starts dictating the ideas. I can't resist them. They come when they want to. They come like revelations; something messianic about that, don't you think? They come fully thought out; a holistic whole, even if I can't see them altogether I know they are there. If I have a question they will be answered. It is like it has seen every aspect of the brief or the possibilities in the brief even though I don't remember actually taking note of them.
The voice inside, it has its own wierd way. An auto life.
As if the mind has a life of it own. It is thinking irrespective of I am thinking or not. It clearly has it own agenda and goes about its life exclusive of mine. From nowhere, on its own free will, it barges into my chores, smack in the middle of what I am doing and starts dictating the ideas. I can't resist them. They come when they want to. They come like revelations; something messianic about that, don't you think? They come fully thought out; a holistic whole, even if I can't see them altogether I know they are there. If I have a question they will be answered. It is like it has seen every aspect of the brief or the possibilities in the brief even though I don't remember actually taking note of them.
The voice inside, it has its own wierd way. An auto life.
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