I recently acquired a piece of mind. Frankly, dunno what to do with it. After close examination I came to believe it´s completely useless.

From the first shy experiments I´ve reached the conclusion that mind needs excessive energy and power from its donor to perform

even the simpliest of tasks. At this point I knew mind is of inferior nature and began tormenting it with harder duels. That´s when I

found out that this parasite has the ability of self-development and growth, using the subtexts of my questions. Even though the mind

wasn´t able to answer any of them, since they were of high extistential nature and only existence itself knows the answers, it soon became
clear that mind has an opinion on me. It realized I got tired of inventing new tasks and also of providing the mind with needed energy

and then it stroke! It felt like a huge blast in the deep caverns of my well trained brain. The words echoed, unhindered, asking me to

stop, telling me I´m tired. Suddenly the idea of a good rest seemed mightily admirable. Brain acted unprovoked and I had no reason

not to trust the words. Little did I know that the parasite already got hold, leaving the brain as a defenceless capsule for mind´s diabolic

schemes. I layed to rest, soon realizing it was my greatest error. Almost instantly the mind started projecting horrifing images into my

head. I was confused. It felt as if I was awake, experiencing life, but in truth I was a puppet in the hands of puppeteer whom I

regretably underestimated. When I woke up in the morning, wet and paranoid my dear old brain managed to call for help



in the few moments when the mind was concerning other matters. Without delay I started to search for an antidote. I searched for the mightiest

ingredient of all- alcohol. I mixed a dark blue air-freshener with windex and added few drops of alcaline-battery juice. In alchymic frenzy

I called this potion the POTION OF FREEDOM and drank it without a thought. By that time I knew that thoughts are too deceptive,

since one can never tell if they´re sent as agents of doom from the mind or as emissaries of hope from the brain. After drinking the

potion I fell into pleasent coma. In this state there was no sign of mind, but alas, neither of the brain. So my body waited for the final

victor. I will never know what happened in the battle, but when I woke up I immediately felt free of mind. Even though my brain

proved victorious in the dark trials of the head I dare not to examine the mind any further, because, as I will always remember

henceforth, mind is useless, but as all useless trinkets, the mind is also a powerfull weapon that ever focuses on it´s bearer leaving him

scared and motionless.