The mind is like a toilet
The mind is like a toilet. Every time you use it, you have to flush it. Otherwise you know what happens.
The problem is, the mind has successfully disguised itself as me and you. So, what ever it thinks seems important and even worth getting pretty angry over. “Certainly not something one would want to ‘flush’ as a general rule,” the mind argues. “The very idea of it smacks of escapism or some other neurosis.”
There is our dilema. The worldly mind, in support of our mind, refuses to be shut up, and our only hope for getting in tune with our unique frequency or being requires not listening to our minds. A real authentic expereince of self is within every one. It requires no support from the mind. It is always present. The mind is the only problem.
It may seem hard, but I am advising flushing after every use. There is not one use of the mind superior to another. All are equally distracting from the essential nature of each of us, that waits to be remembered.