Flurry

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My Mind is a flurry,

a maelstrom,

whirling, spinng noise; incessant droning-

a never ending flow of

information

formulas

statistics

names

numbers,

all meaningless;

and there I am; 

constantly chasing the noise. 

 

And yet, at the same time, it is like standing in the 

eye of a hurricane,

surrounded by noise everywhere,

yet wrapped by a

blanket of 

Silence.

 

I seek merely

to

organize and

to

comprehend and 

to

understand and

to

learn and...

a multitude of other objectives always out of reach.

 

How can I speak

my Mind,

when even I still do not comprehend

my Mind?

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