Every once in a while, I'll stop doing what I am doing and try and think, think actively about something, anything. The challenge, of course, is that when I feel a thought coming up in my mind, a clean new thought beginning to rise, it comes under attack from my resident orc-like thoughts, just the garbage that's always present and so in the battlefield I can see my champion, the new thought dying a bloodless and yet ruthless death. I lament the demise of the thought which had not even taken shape and the battlefield which is my brain is yet again dominated by the orc thoughts.
I dream of a day when a thought will arise, which will be so powerful that orcs will not be able to stop it from taking shape, and once it takes shape it would dominate the battlefield and give the direction the mind requires. The direction which will govern my life, to pursue an Idea whose time has come is sometimes an only worthwhile goal in life. It's reign will be long and filled with meaning.
However, to give my champions a fighting chance, I must rein in the orcs. There are certain options available, the most common one is to lace the field with alcohol, it kills many orcs but their growth is such that it's difficult to rein it for more than few hours. The other option is to have control over the battlefield by a technique called meditation where I am aware of the presence of every orc and ultimately can control them just enough to be able to give my champion a fighting shot, but it's easier said than done it requires patience and practices of communicating and calming them every day so that they don't forget my presence. Most people think meditation is a spiritual or religious activity truth is it is just a war within your brain where you if only temporarily vanquish the orcs.
To this unborn champion who will dominate the battlefield for eons, I pledge my future and for its arrival, I force myself to keep in touch orcs and make sure they don't take out my champion before it can take shape. Come soon, dearly awaited.
Every once in a while, I'll stop doing what I am doing and try to think, think about something, anything. The challenge, of course, is that when a clean new thought is beginning to rise in my mind, it comes under attack from my resident orc-like thoughts, the garbage that's always present and so in the battlefield I can see my champion the new thought dying a bloodless and yet ruthless death. I lament the demise of the thought which had not even taken shape and the battlefield which is my brain is yet again dominated by the orc thoughts.
I dream of a day when a thought will arise, which will be so powerful that orcs will not be able to stop it from taking shape, and once it takes shape it would dominate the battlefield and provide direction that the mind deserves. The direction which will govern my life. To pursue an Idea whose time has come is sometimes an only worthwhile goal in life.
To this unborn champion who will dominate the battlefield for eons. I pledge my future Come soon, eagerly awaited.
