May 22, 2020
A serious being keeps the goods in an envelop hidden away in their mind. All transactions, all missions, all ideological documents are kept secure within a garden of keynote flashes of electrical bliss. Could this garden be violated? Could it be burgled? Should the precious data in any way be subject to an insurgent threat? By all means, the cleverness has decayed but a little. What piled the inner bank of the mind has gone on to something somewhere else. No one knows. Eyes are on the mind. Eons of eyes. This mind will never die. It possesses complicated grace.