Deep in the crevices of one’s mind, an entire lifetime unravels.
There is the story we see for ourselves,
The one that never pans out.
It is quite remarkable.
We have the self, and the idea of the self.
The mind dominates all senses,
The heart all choices.
Pleasure can be supported by this myth,
But happiness rests only with truth.
Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow. -Aesop
