Day Twenty-eight

I watch how one thought follows another; a similar subject or group of items... sometimes it works in the way I learned, by associating objects with one another to identify them. So they are files, and I notice the tendency to sift through files, to keep the mind busy.

Today, my underlying desires to thought are more broad, a self-identity and an identity of self in the world. So my thoughts spin out of a deeper wheel that is propelled by pairs of opposites, like OK/Not OK or Have/Not have. For a while I notice that and let go of these. Still my mind moves at light speed. I have some success at letting it go, and it still goes fast, but feels energized by looking. The sense of the overwhelming speed of life may simply be holding on, as may be its opposite, boredom. As long as I'm going so fast, why not allow looking to take place with each thing. It has no trouble keeping up, I notice, unless I wrap around something with my mind and take it to be singular, separate, permanent. My worst habit.