0905 / 03:02 This is a mind. Layers of shit and meaning intertwined. Moments of serenity. Moments of turmoil. Beautifully matched. Challenged. Incomplete. Over time, it will fade. Never having completed a full cycle. Never having met its full potential. But nevertheless, it grows. Expands. Thrives. One day, the expanse will match the ambition. The chemical will meet the intellectual. There is peace in this. There is grace in this. There is silence in this.