After much pondering and soul-searching this author finally decided that it was time to seek professional help to conquer a multitude of mental sandstorms. A soon-to-be-psychologist was at hand and willing to salvage what little sense lay around in this mind. Much to this author's surprise, the hours of quasi-intellectual parodies did yield some sense in the end.

The realization is that this mind is unwilling to accept whatever little knowledge it has. It has forgotten that it is its own proprietor and that all else is secondary to the matter of its well-being. It has neglected the search for the right fodder to feed on and relented to the substandard. It has given up on dreams and ideals.

In its wanderings, this mind has made compromises which often backfired in tumultuous self-reconciliation. Oftentimes a fellow soul is hurt in the process. The storms that rage in this mind are unwittingly borne by others. It is all rather shameful in retrospect.

The final analysis? This mind needs to learn its needs and limits. It needs to realize its dreams and ideals. Most importantly, it has to start being more mindful of its fellow compatriots.