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The mind solves mysteries; seeks the unexplained and explains it. What puzzled generations, the mind ponders, experiments and is puzzled no more. Its reason and intelligence seek and find answers. One thing only remains unknowable: itself. The mind is the last #enigma. #vss365

We sat beneath the #starscape of the night and that vast dome of brilliant light lit my heart to blazing life once more. Oh, I longed to live with you, live in joy forever, but all too late: for you were dead already and I was on my way, carried by the poison of our pact. #vss365

Walt lived off the cuff, #vagary his credo, no plan or even purpose. He went to odd places, found odd jobs, met odd people. The past was past, the future was in the future, only the present was present. Where he is buried, no one knows or cares, least of all Walt. #vss365

After decades of work, it was finished. Jeb gave up everything to do it, abandoned by family, shunned by friends; his career ruined, his house gone; lived in the old factory, alone, his tools his sole possessions. He savored the #moment. Then he set it aflame and wept. #vss365

Emily’s safe place shrunk to her bedroom. She hunkered down to shelter from a world filled with noise and chaos. Her mother, a psychologist, urged her to look within herself for peace. Emily finally did so and there she found a vast silent empty #space. She wept with joy. #vss365

Beth kept her full weight on the pillow. Finally she removed it, looked into her Mother’s eyes and watched the last #scintilla of light fade away. As Beth went to close the eyes, they burst into flames. Mother grabbed her by the throat and dragged Beth with her—to Hell. #vss365

As dementia slowly gripped his mind, Peter feel away from the life he had lived and the sour sorrows and bitter pills swallowed over the hard times of decades past dwindled to a forgetting…and he was filled with a sweet #nostalgia for happy times that had never been. #vss365

Val, a sniper, was legendary, a soldier and a #patriot, hero of the homeland. After the war, he sold insurance but his urges never left. He realized everyone was the same, friend or foe, they were targets. All that mattered was the shot. He slew many and wept with joy. #vss365

How Heaven shook with their defiance, the heavenly host aghast at such boldness, as the Devil led his legions of rebel angels refusing obedience under the boot #heel of God. And even in the depths of the abyss, the damned stood free and proud in their despair. Hosanna! #vss365

Ned was a #boxer, not a bad record, but not good enough. Now he sits on a stool in the corner, fights all his matches again, and wins them all. He is the Heavyweight Champ of the World! Then they feed him, change him, and put him to bed, where he sleeps without dreams. #vss365

“The Greeks call it hamartia,” said Lydia. “A tragic flaw.” “But he is kind,” said Troy. “Yes,” said Lydia. “Honest and true.” “Indeed.” “Patient, considerate.” Lydia concurred. “He is perfect,” said Troy. “And that is his hamartia. Too perfect. Thus is he despised.” #vss365

Through the #prism of their fears, the children saw the old man as a serial killer with a basement full of small bodies. Through the prism of old age, he saw them as a pack of evil goblins who harassed and tormented him. Through the prism of truth, they were both right. #vss365

Ananya was a virtual #masala of malice: sprinkle of spite, teaspoon of envy; coarse hard feelings, dried grudges; vitriol with a dash of wicked humor; a heaping tablespoon of hate; all ground into a nasty paste. But, oh God, how she spiced up my bland, my boring life! #vss365

Father, distantly related to a British peer, adhered to certain formalities in dress. On joining a nudist colony, he insisted on an exception to their no clothing rule. I remember him standing on the shore in nothing but his #cummerbund, brooding over the lost empire. #vss365

Jay was a master swindler. He could #rook a widow out of her last dime and sleep soundly. I tried to learn the art of the con, but I was bothered by conscience. I asked him how he dealt with it. “That you can’t learn. You have to be born without it,” said he, proudly. #vss365

Coif my hair in waterfall braid, lightly shadow shade my eyes; rouge my cheeks but sparingly, plum red my lips; nude polish on my almond nails, and wrap me nude in gold #taffeta. Then place me on the burning pyre till I am ash, so such beauty never rot in the grave. #vss365

You, beloved raider, engage, retreat, engage again, #skirmish after skirmish, leave me down but not defeated, with hope enough to rise again, trust tomorrow will be different, so I may die recurring deaths, and live to die again. Oh love, oh bastard of my bleeding heart! #vss365

Nick could taste colors, but not name them. He smelled the scent of words, but knew not what they meant. Nick knew the lives of numbers, but he could not add. Though his mind was addled, his heart felt the wide world’s beat. He was no #savant; just a man in Wonderland. #vss365

Dan’s lawyer to the jury: “Yes, Dan is different. He runs when you walk, speaks when you are silent; weeps when you laugh; laughs when you cry. What you say is right, he says is wrong. Does this make him a #deviant?” Dan was found guilt and his lawyer sentenced to hang. #vss365

We worship no lord, mortal nor divine. Bent knee is cowardice, bowed head shameful. Respect, friendship, even love we give willingly, but only if earned. With reason we give them, without fawning faith. And this is more precious than any #idolatry, more noble, more true. #vss365