Laying in bed one night, my mind began to wander. My imagination whipped around dazzlingly and furiously before my mind's eye and suddenly came to a complete halt. Out of the chaos, the day-dreams, the brilliant colors and beautiful music exploded a cavern of silence. The movement itself did not cease, however it was pressed into the background and the periphery. There was but one thought that hung in this hall of serenity: how frightfully thankful I was for my mind.
My mind has been such a wonderful home to me. It is a wonderful, mysterious, and tremendously beautiful landscape for which my soul to traverse. To explore the recesses of my own mind--to delve into the unexplored caves and journey through the sun-licked fields to the distant mountains--is the most wonderful experience I can imagine. It is both fueled by and fuels my desires to explore and understand the reality outside of me. My mind is a beautiful gift for which I am inextricably thankful.
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