Microscopic Mind

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The small town minds gather in urban space, singing and screaming loud to assert their presence in the crowded metropolitan dwellings, that otherwise ignores them. This they do in so called 'holy spaces' singing out of tune, screaming and thumping their desks to assert and be heard.

What they do not realise is that their minds are getting smaller week after week. They are going down the narrow end of the cone to jump through that little hole and come the other way, that they call heaven. Narrow is the way they say and justify their exclusivity.

Narrower and narrower goes their mind till they have blotted out the world from their lives and like the monk they claim to have attained Nirvana. The disembodied and spirit filled level... far above the other mortals who have their feet firmly on the earth and work and eat of the sweat of their brow.
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