Mind (or Dust)

I am afraid when I realize just how much of men’s trivialities I have allowed to become a part of my own life. Rubbish, idle rumors, insignificant instances trumped up and broadcasted for all to hear. Intrusions on the mind, sacred ground. Has the mind become nothing more than a public square, a table for tea-time gossip? We have forgotten that our minds are the corners of the heavens?...

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