Asceticism of the mind is hard...

...because my mind is the only place where I experience liberation. I imagine my physical self as an inanimate object: a wrist watch, for example. You know I'm functioning because the dials move as expected--it does what it's expected to do...what it ought to do. If one were able to peek through the innards of said wrist watch like the opening credits of Game of Thrones (which I honestly do not watch--just clips here and there), you will see vibrant machine activity. Only I know what those things are and this blog is the tip of the iceberg of what's going on up inside my cranial cavity. Majority of the conscious mental activity and thoughts are challenging to concretize via words or language. As I've become older, these things in my head have become ever more intense--whether involving some idea, emotion, or hypothetical circumstance. Nothing extraordinary is happening outside. I appear like I'm just randomly looking through my eyeballs. I may even be doing some manual labour or proper work. I could be listening to someone speaking and allow the mental activity to pause and receive the communication; perhaps, find a place for these foreign generated ideas and concepts inside my already moving internal machinery. Like trying to shoot ping pong balls inside a fast moving train. Ah, that is a perfect object for comparison too. How about a wrist watch with a perpetual bullet train deep inside the machinery? And I'm talking about an ordinary, affordable, reliable, unremarkable looking wrist watch. Like the Casio watch I wear. Hmm...

And so an indulgent mind can be difficult to temper.