Emblem: Kindling Collection that Ignites my Mind’s Fire
The world spins with an interesting intensity. It rotates with a purpose, a mission to begin and terminate the day. It is alive. It is bold in the colors that brings.
Intricate.
A vast macrocosm that is home to billions of teenier microcosms. Smaller worlds. Smaller worlds that spin with focus inside a young mind. The modest universes are entered through the eyes of their possessors. The spirit of the Earth and the actions of its inhabitants pour in, and the soul of the mind flows out of the in taking vessel.
A delicate series of electrical networks guide the mind’s promise and hone its ambitions. The impulses shake away the restlessness as weighty thoughts beat against the brain’s shore. A purpose and a hunger imbedded so deep that it seeps up from the physical matter of the brain and trickles down to the soles of the body it belongs to.
Its functions are deliberate, but not the reasoning for its actions. It knows not why it searches, but it searches nonetheless. The mind pleasures in seemingly insipid exploits, like music or long, aimless walks. Perhaps, it realizes that these things are frivolous to it, but worthwhile for the growth of the soul.
Yes, the mind searches. For answers. For its truth.
What is its purpose?
What is its goal?
What shall it conquer? Shall it travel the world or maybe see the relics of worlds past?
Shall it solve the world’s sick puzzle or tackle its anomalies? The practical matters of the universe. Chemical reactivity? The mysteries of death?
Why explore the universes countless enigmas?
The mind struggles for its purpose. Its place. Its meaning.
It holds to its desires. Clings to its intentions. Because it wants knows. The conscious mind knows, and drives the body to action and aim, that there is some more. More that we have not found, seen, touched, or tasted. Something fulfilling.
More.
