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The MIND is


EXOTIC and a space cadet. Can the mind control the way you act? Are your actions simply reactions controlled by reflexes developed in your mind? Regardless of the answers I am in control of my own destiny, right? What if you were in a meadow of yellow flowers, a whistling breeze dancing through the grass, and all of the sudden the fragile flowers are melting, dripping through the ground.  Are you in a reality, a dream, or a nightmare? That is the mind.

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