Key the mind, and set the soul free.

Thoughts are like an open ocean, they can either move you forward within its waves, or sink you under deep into its abyss.

There are a world of answers, outside the loop.

I wonder, with all the flowers in the garden, how many of them ever think of hanging themselves with the garden hose, if ever they can.

Let me be me, or let me be.

My brain as the engine, with thoughts trailing to the caboose, on a one-track mind we keep going forward.

A mind is not weighed by its magnitude, but by the dimensions of its thoughts.