Obsessive Digressing Part IV - The Epiphany

continued...

in its brilliant state, the mind schemes,
though unseen and seldom exposed,
constantly denies responsibility for any negative results -
marrying the wrong partner, straying from the right path,
loving, trusting the wrong person, or just because we "feel like it"
while simultaneously claiming recognition for the positive -
the race we won, the good grades scored at school,
the argument we triumphed, the correct path we took to,
and even the aesthetic representation we make of ourselves,
in the form of an appearance and form of packaging.
smug, the mind is of itself for all the things done right.

nonetheless, like an epiphany, it dawns,
on itself (yes, again on itself, not on our being, as so often thought),
that we (the mind, yes, we are in actual fact only just our minds,
projected as a moving, breathing, sound emitting shell,
controlled by none other than the mind itself),
each and every single one of us,
irregardless of being a good or bad person,
we are or appear to be,simply put,
just a confused, schizophrenic, manipulative, blame shoving,
mass that is the result of its own assumptions and thought process,
trapped in a maze constructed by a web of its own thoughts.

well, now that we've shown clarity,
(well noted, that we (speaking as the mind) has admitted out loud,
that we are a schizophrenic, manipulative, controlling part of the body,
capable of making wrong and irrational decisions to our own detriment),
we can safely agree and admit that we are,
no doubt, every single one of us,
even if one is the most intelligent and brilliant mind in the world,
we are all lunatics, be it raving or in discreet.

existing in a conflicted setting as painted by ourselves -
dishing blames of undesirable outcomes,
to weaker or non-retaliating parts of ourselves,
and sometimes to other beings.
we proudly taking credit for the decisions that appear right,
decisions to take blind leaps in our journey through life that turn out well,
a well-calculated turn down right path,
a move that appears to be backed by reason and logic,
a thought, vocalised by well-thought speech to accomplish a goal,
(also a conveyance of our self-absorbed reasonings)
the pause to conflict against itself (or as we know of as a state of hesitation)
and/or make a complete stop
(because we draw the conclusion that we cannot, should not,
or simply for no reason, just not want) to continue.

eh hem.
after that way too long rant against ourselves (guilty, as charged by my own self)
in a general and non-referenced argument,
(against no one else and only within my own thoughts),
all rising from the me, the brain.

the brain, an organ named the brain by the brain
and known, also as the mind,
as well-protected as our body is able to make,
we are able, shielded by our white bone walls,
cradled in our throne,
without the responsibility of physical exertion,
and sheltered from external conditions,
sitting high and mighty, at the top,
pulling the strings for every move, as the puppet master of our existence,
issuing instructions, at times, in the form of reasoned thoughts,
other times as a well oiled clockwork move or a repeat habit,
to the other parts of our physical being,
to form an action or series of actions,
to ensure our host body's survival,
to prolong existence,
to bask in enjoyment and make pleasure,
while devising new tortures for the self,
to ensure that the mind, soul and being,
as one, are kept in a constant balance.

 and yet the mind, yes, still the mind, continues...