The Monkey Mind

                                                                                                                         Descartes: "I think so I am."                                                                                                           Humanity: "I felt, so I was." "The end is near",  whispers warning, threatening, pleading; they seep in, covert, from an unknown corner of the mind, the domain of the forgotten memories. They reach towards the center of my being, where my conscious resides, identifying me. Me, once a boy with heads above the clouds, who walked this earth unmoved by the rationality of the material. Me, always one with the tumultuous flow of emotions enveloped within the embrace of every single moment; by the rising tide of excitement and the falling calm to the ordinary, but no more, no more I was, now I am.  I am the by-product of the same malleable substance that everyone once was, a child full of questions, the curiou