The Human Mind
©by C.W. Behrens
The human mind is like a river, very mystical, its powers unlimited. Few know what it can do. No man knows where it starts, nor do we know where it ends. It has many deep crevices leading to its innermost areas, and these hold years of pent-up knowledge. It has many stories to tell – of good times and bad – one continuous story, starting at the beginning of time and never ending, constantly flowing. Stories of the small children that played in it, the young couple who made love on its bank, the poet who used it for inspiration, the old man who watched it flow by as he breathed his last.
Sometimes the river gets turbulent, rough water bearing many obstacles, yet it survives. There are also the slower waters, vast and deep, that continue peacefully onward until the next precipice. Many things are put into this fluid wonderland and never seen again, but often someone else will, by word or deed, draw these things from the deep, and they return to the surface as they went in, unaffected by time and wear. The river and the mind take turns for better and for worse, going from calm to a rushing rage in moments. Like the river, the mind is touched, shaped, forever changed by all it passes, the beautiful and the ugly. And as the river eventually begins to grow shallow and dry, so too the mind will fade with age and eventually cease to be. Yet the stories will remain forever, waiting to be unlocked and told once again…