Mind, (thoughts, perceptions, sensations), in its’ quest for relevancy, will go to some of the most comical lengths to prove its worthiness, its existence. On one level, Mind falls deeply in love with itself, eternally bathing in its own creation: Abstract Concepts. It depends on these concepts like a fish depends on water. Concepts are its’ lifeline, so to speak: ‘Love’, ‘hate’, ‘God’, ‘devil’, ‘me’, ‘you’, ‘us’, ‘them’, ‘spiritual’, non-spiritual’, ‘religious’, ‘atheist’, ‘soul’, ‘peace’, ‘understanding’, ‘spirit’, ‘awakening’, ‘guru’, ‘black’, ‘white’, ‘enlightened’, ‘duality’, ‘non duality’, ‘self awareness’, ‘reality’, true self’, false self’, ‘truth’, existence, non existence, and the list of concepts and ideas goes on and on. Mind will do whatever it can to actually become, (or not become), any one of its made up ideas. In other words, thought is endlessly striving to become what it already is, a concept, (seemingly). On the other hand, thought will also try its best to annihilate itself, to get rid of its very being. Thought will have desires, and make great attempts, to quiet the mind, to get rid of ‘bad’ thoughts, or thoughts in general, to bury its “present” self in order to “become” something more. In other words, Mind is forever in a love/hate relation with itself. But the real comedy of errors begins when thoughts, sensations and perceptions make the grand attempt to find themselves, and to ‘locate’ their creator. Oh my, take a seat and bust out the popcorn while watching this play of thought. Mind, which in and of itself is only an abstract concept and doesn’t truly exist, trying to find itself through, and as, one of its’ many made up concepts and ideas, i.e. the dog chasing its own tail, the hamster running on the wheel, the eye trying to see itself. And then, seemingly when thought appears to get a little tired of playing the ‘find me’ game, it takes up another activity; trying to locate what’s (beyond) its very own sensations and perceptions. This is another back door attempt to give itself some sort of apparent validation by making itself an object, a point of reference, where there’s something beyond, or prior to itself. Eventually though, mind may come to the realization that it’s forever (stuck) in a world made out of itself, in and as itself, where its very own thoughts, perceptions and sensations are nothing but a dream. And as the curtain starts to fall, and thought appears to take its final bow towards an audience made out of itself, the bright lights will eventually dim to the perception of soundless darkness, where all that’s left is all that was ever seemingly around all the while; Deep Sleep.