Pixel-art purple puzzle piece with a glowing center on a light background.

Seems like the longer I wander these halls.. the less certain I become that the mind is a single “thing”..

At times it behaves like a library… sometimes a courtroom… A battlefield…A garden…A labyrinth that keeps rearranging itself while you’re still inside it…

Stranger still.. it usually mistakes its own reflections for reality and its own stories for truth. Perhaps that is simply part of the experience?..

Or.. every mind is a landscape unto itself, forever attempting to chart territory from within the territory.

Either way, there are interesting things buried here.


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