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Well now. There it is. Stretching from desktop to ceiling. My own private little panoramic tapestry. It shields me from the elements. It shelters me from the outside world. It silences sound. It lets me hear my mind speaking silently to me -- not only in words, mind you, but in thoughts and feelings and images and what not. What to make of my mind, I do not know. I believe. Yes, I believe that my mind is the only mind I do know, can know, have known, will know. I know no mind but my own. My mind tells me my thoughts -- not the thoughts of any other mind, mind you. Only mine. My thoughts are mine, mine alone -- my own exclusive private inalienable personal property. I own me. I own my mind. Nobody else does. I am the only one who knows my mind. Nobody else knows my mind. I am the world's leading authority on my mind. Nobody else is. Nobody else comes close. Nobody else gets in. Keep out! I say. Keep out!! out of my mind!!! Out of my mind? Am I out of my mind? No. I am not out of my mind. I am in my mind. Everybody else is out of my mind. I am the only one who is not out of my mind. I am the only one who is in my mind. There is nobody else in here. I am all alone in here, indoors, inside my mind. And I like it that way. I like my mind the way it is. I like me the way I am. I need no other me. I need no other mind. I want no other mind. The only mind I need or want is my own. I would be lost without it. With it, I am found. Everybody else is an outsider outdoors. No one gets in. No one can get it. They are stuck outside. All of them. Even if I wanted to let them in, I could not. Not one. No one gets in. All must remain outside. I must remain inside. Things get through. Light, sound, words ... but not thoughts, not feelings. Only I think my thoughts. Only I feel my feelings. You have your thoughts and your feelings. I have mine. We speak the same language. And we may say the same words. But we do not think the same thoughts. Nor do we (or can we) present our respective thoughts to one another. Rather, we RE-present our thoughts: not as thoughts, but as words. Words pass between us. But thoughts do not pass between us. You keep your thoughts to your self. I keep my thoughts to my self. I cannot speak my mind. You cannot speak your mind. Speaking one's mind is just an expression. One's vocal cords express one's words (or screams) -- not one's thoughts (or feelings). You cannot know what I think. But you can read what I write. What I think is a gift from my mind to me. What I write is a gift from my hands to you. I hand you my words. I leave it up to you to read or not read what I write. No one knows my thoughts but me. I am the only one: the only one for me; the only one for my mind; the only one period. I and no other. I am the only one I know. I know no other. No other knows me. I am the only me I know. Ensconced within the quiet monastery of my mind, I am free to think my own thoughts in my own way. I keep quiet, go nowhere, do nothing, doze off, dream, wake up, get to work, and write!