Mind, The Expressive Observant
Brain, The Subtle Logic
The mind the observer. Who absorbs what it sees and hears. Letting not a detail in its path a pass without absorbing it whole. Days of looking at how the world reacts. How people react with each other. How people react with it.
The world shifts, a whoosh, and then a slight thud.
“I need you to work on this for me. Can you get it done by the evening?”
The mind, observes, absorb. It smiles. — “Sure”
Why did it say that? It wasn’t sure. It’s just how it is. The figure, a person, walks away. Observation completed. It has until the evening to work on whatever it’s tasked with. That gives it about six hours — no wait, five hours, one accounting for an event where sustenance enters the body. It should start working on it right away.
Whoosh. A screen stands in front of it. As observed. Ideas and electrical instructions work together and got the body moving, the hands sprint into action. The task was worked on throughout the day. Until finally the mind sat back. It is satisfied. The task is completed. One hour early. This is a good sign. The mind can take it slow for the rest of the day.
It shall remind the person that it has finished the task.
Seven-thirty. Evening. Vibration from the bottom races up to where the mind was. A high pitched ding followed. A notification has arrived! It reads, “Hey, few of us are gathering up at this location for a drink. Some old friends are invited as well! It’s going to be an awesome party!”
— Party.
As observed. Party is one of the words that frighten the mind the most. The mind stares. Party.
“I…” — it’s voice, cut unfortunately short by something from above. Or was it below. It was hard to pinpoint where this voice; a being, a conscience? is at.
“Go! Reply yes! You need to surround yourself with them, if not you’re going to be lonely. Or worst, they’ll assume that you’re a loner. And I know how you’re so afraid of being alone”
The mind stares. This voice has a logical point. It is the truth. Loneliness scares. It does not want to be labelled as a loner. Where is this voice coming from?
The alphabets, s-u-r-e, slowly forming the word and then sentence, “Sure! I’ll drop by real quick!”
The mind observed. Absorbed.
The place is loud. Musical vibration with heavy bass echoing throughout. This is too loud. Too noisy. Too much noise that clouds my judgement. The mind’s anxiety starts to build. “But here is where my friends are. I need to socialize. It is what the voice told me to do”.
A tap on the shoulder, whoosh. A face of a person, a friend, a schoolmate appears in the mind’s vision. Name. Name! What’s this person’s name! It’s been so long. The mind burst into action, searching furiously for the name of the person in front of it.
“So how have you been? It’s such a long time since we’ve met up!”
The mind observed. Absorbed. A typical but a proven way of starting a conversation without being too intrusive. Intrusive? Is that what this person is doing? At least the conversation isn’t starting with introducing names.
The mind engages. It smiles and replied, “Oh you know, the usual. All is going well. I’ve started working at this place…”. The other person continues engaging. The conversation goes on until a third party interrupted, another schoolmate also.
The mind disengages. Looks away. At the very least try to enjoy the music, the mind told itself. “I’ve paid for the food anyways”
Clicks. The door locked. Safety first. The observant mind understood. It was a long day. But finally, the mind’s home. Home sweet home. The space it yearns for, space it truly belongs to. Where it can be itself, speaks for itself.
“Come on… that wasn’t so bad?”
“It’s terrible. I will never do that again. It is utterly draining! Now I need a good rest. A recharge. You know how I” —
“You’re always saying that. I’ve heard how many times you keep telling yourself that you need company. You need to socialize. I am just pushing you. To get what you want”
“Yeah, but” —
“But? It is so tiring hearing you wanting to do so many things but never getting through with it” the voice said, sternly.
The voice was right. It, the mind wasn’t always good with expressing what it feels, what it wants. Has it been the one compressing its thoughts? Has it been the one churning out all these unbearable noises? Has it been the villain all these while?
“Look…” the voice started. “It’s late, and tomorrow’s another new day that I have to get through. Will you be able to slow down? Settle down? Stop asking odd questions?”
The mind observed. Absorbed. What is this? What are you?
“I am known to many in this construct as the brain. The driver. The captain of the ship. If you will”
“Then what am I?”, the mind now settled. It ponders.
“You’re… a thought. A conscience that exists within me. I am physical. You are but an idea. A voice… that I conjure to debate and to argue to help me define a specific path a logical end”
The mind observed. Absorbed.
Nothing-ness. Black-ness. The mind slowly fades away. It had a long day. Now the brain has got time to rest. Tomorrow, to set a new mindset for a new day.
So truly I question. Is then the inks of writers and keys on boards of the digital age how a physical construct of a mind looks like?
