Your mind is the most powerful thing ever conceived. Ever created. Ever thought of. No, the nuclear bomb is not the most complex, destructive object created. Your mind is. It is your mind that created that merciless killer. Not chemical compounds. Everything we think of and create has the potential to be dangerous, depending on how it is used. But what we let slip, and what we forget is perhaps the most dangerous.
Right now, your mind is a desert, by definition, not metaphorically. A desert is defined to be, “a dry barren region.” How perfectly that describes you. Do you have a clue as to what I am saying? I do not think you do. You are slipping. Pay attention! Your mind is a powerful thing. It is an oasis of time and memories, when taken care of. At the moment, you do not have this miraculous oasis.
Experts say the body can last three days without water. How long can your sanity last without a trace of time? Your mind is racing at this very moment, and it would not surprise me if you had no clue as to what I am saying. Your mind is racing to escape the desert it is currently trapped in. You look puzzled. Let me explain. If you were in the middle of the Sahara at this moment, your legs would be carrying you toward the nearest sign of life. Remember, you can only last three days without water. That is what your mind is doing at this very second. Trying to escape the desert. Remember, there is a variation as to how long one can last without memories, without a perspective of time. Without sanity.
As your legs pull you along in the sweltering heat, your mind is desperately trying to keep hold of your memories, if only by a thread. As you attempt to keep hold of your sanity, you do not realize that you are slowing down. Giving in. Your mind is becoming catalyzed. You could become trapped in the desert, and not even realize it. This is not bad. This is only the beginning.
I think you have realized that your perceptions of time and memory have stopped. That would be one step closer to leaving this barren land, if you only realized the significance behind this occurrence. But you do not. You will not catch on immediately, and that is okay. It is all in your destructive nature to repeat yourself.
Currently, you are sitting by your window, watching a waxing crescent moon rise into the night sky. You are aware that it is night, but for how long? How long has it been since the sky transformed its colors? You remember watching the pink sky fade away, but that was hours ago. Or was it only an hour ago? Think about it for a moment. Or two. Or maybe for an hour, if that is what it takes. It will come back to you, and I think it already is. The desert has not won you over. Congratulations. I believe your perspectives have returned. Memory and time; they rotate harmoniously around each other.
Do you know what caused your lapse? Do you remember anything prior to this lapse? Or, do you not care? I believe you follow in suit of the latter. Typical. Do not worry, though. It is all in our nature to overlook things once.
People say that lightning never strikes the same place twice. However, there are exceptions.
Your mind is the ultimate optical illusion. You can take any given situation, and view it as you please, with a million different interpretations each time. Your tone depicts your idea(s) pertaining to a subject. Ideas stem from memories. Memories have time attached to them. Everything is interlinked. When this is, your mind is the oasis every person lost in the Sahara hopes to see as he wanders about aimlessly. But when you lose your perspective of just one of these elements, your mind dries up.
You are the desert, and lightning does strike the same place twice.
Tonight the first quarter moon hangs high in the night sky, and you stare, transfixed by its magnificent light. As you stare, you strain your poor bloodshot eyes in hopes of seeing the Man in the Moon. You search Luna for his face.
Do you remember anything at all?
You were at work, sitting at your modernized cold metal desk, turning on your computer. It was a normal morning. As you waited for your monitor to blare its light, you impatiently created a tune with your fingers. It helped to pass the time.
A few moments later (or was it minutes? hours? Who can be sure in oblivion such as this one.), your monitor came to life for another day of retrieving and spitting out data. Same old routine. The “enter” key still irks you. Time still moves at a snail’s pace.
And the monitor was still waiting for you to enter your password.
The morning lugged by and you sat in your blue-cushioned chair, punching in numbers. Punching the same nine numbers on the keypad. It’s so easy to wander off. You were not even aware that you had been pressing the same sequence repeatedly until an “error” reading appeared on your monitor. Even then, you had not noticed the reading when it initially popped up. You were staring out the window, typing numbers. Your job really is a no-brainer.
How long had you been pressing the numbers to create that same sequence? Minutes? Half hour? Hour? Hours? With no clock nearby, it was impossible to tell. It would be a long eight hours.
How does it feel to know the concept of nothing? Sitting there, you had zoned out. People walked by you, and you are not even sure if you responded to them, if at all. It was almost as if you had become catatonic. But in that state, there was nothing to worry about. You had no concept as to what was going on, or how long something truly lasts.
Congratulations. Your mind had returned to its desert. Or is it still there? Right now, you sit in your living room, staring at Luna, looking for a face that is not there, as your mind searches for perspectives of time and memory. Why have you not given up yet? You see mere shadows; there is no man to see. Why has your mind not given up? Because it is searching for something that it is familiar with. Your mind is persistent, and it will not stop searching until it is content. Just like the poor soul stranded in the Sahara. He will let persistence take control of him, and keep moving and searching until he has become content. As far as you looking for the Man in the Moon, give it a rest. You will meet him soon.
Take some time to re-supply yourself. The oasis is drying up much too fast to be considered comfortable.
I do believe you are beginning to lose your mind. That proves that you have not taken the advice given to you. How human. Always have to learn things the hard way, and then be better prepared for the next time it comes around. Let me assure you that there will not be a next time. This is your only time. Your one shot. Do not blow this. You will regret it, if you will be able to remember what regret is.
Do you remember the image of the person in the middle of the Sahara, searching for his way out? He was a little distraught at first, but hopeful. If he told himself he would get out, then his mind believed he would. The mind is the most powerful thing ever conceived, and it has the ability to lie to you and show no remorse over it.
As the lost person wandered throughout the Sahara, his hope began to diminish, and the reality that he may never see society again hit him. And that impact has the ability to destroy your self esteem. You want to give up right on the spot. But the body will not allow it. The body forces him to press forward, because the body knows it only has three days, and then it is all over. The body does not want to stop yet. Neither does your mind. Your mind still searches everywhere, every little crevice for a trace of memory, or time. Because if there is a memory, then time can be attached to it. Or if there is time, a memory can be attached to it. And then the two can rotate amongst each other, and you will be fine.
Tonight, the waxing gibbous moon hangs high in the sky, and it is clearer tonight than it was any other night previous to this one. Judging by the dark circles that hang below your eyes, you have not given up your search for the Man in the Moon. I told you that you would meet him with time. That time continues to tick away and approach much faster than it should. You do not want that time to approach you so quickly, allow me to promise you that. Because when the time does come, you cannot turn back. You will know when the time comes because it is in that moment that you will be face-to-face with the Man in the Moon.
Let us return to the lost person in the Sahara. His body was aware that there was only three days, and now his time is racing toward its end, as he initially was when he realized he was lost. He will continue his mission to escape the brutality that the desert possesses, because his persistence has not ebbed yet. But he is slowing down, and eventually, will stop altogether. This is what is going on in your mind right now. Remember how I told you there is a variation as to how long one can last without memories, and a perspective of time? If you remain on the track you are on, you will find out shortly just how long your variation was.
You are still gazing at the moon. You have ignored everything I have just said, because you wish to prove someone wrong. To prove someone wrong, and because of this, you will have to learn on your own. Typical destructive human nature. Will it only go through your mind (or future lack of) that there is not always a second chance after something has happened?
Since you are not going to unglue your eyes from their present position, I would like to focus on Luna, really focus. Squeeze and strain your eyes, please. Look in the general vicinity of that magnificent crater in the upper left quadrant of dear Luna. Does it appear to be more shaded to you than the rest of her? More hidden, perhaps? Look closer. Can you see some of the outlines of this mass hidden wonder within Luna? There is a reason for that; one you will become very clear with if you continue the way you are going.
If there is any strand of a memory or time left wandering about in your mind, I would like you to remember the oasis that you once were, and never will be again.
You would not believe it. There was a slight, very brief, sprinkle today in the Sahara. It was enough to taunt the lost person’s senses, enough to trap him, and he blindly fell for it. As soon as he saw the first drop fall to the ground, he darted toward it, hoping to catch a taste of water before his three days were up. It is a shame, really. That poor lost person did not deserve to have the fine water molecules touch his tongue, spoiling his senses, and leaving him desperate for more. He did not deserve that, because as soon as the water came, it went. Can you imagine what that was like? Stranded in the middle of the desert feeling hopeless when suddenly a little drop of water falls from the sky. He must have seen it as a gift from Above. It really was a shame. With spoiled senses, he became distracted between what he wanted more of, and what he needed to do. No, he became confused. He knew he needed water to live, and when granted it, it disappeared from him. Confused and stranded in the middle of nowhere. It is not a good mixture, to say the least. Confused and stranded in the middle of the Sahara is where the body became dehydrated and shut down. It is not a happy ending, but life does not function by means of a fairy tale.
Do you see where I am going with this? It is the night of the full moon, when Luna shines her brightest, and you are almost completely gone. If you are not completely diminished yet, you will be by the time I finish telling you what has happened.
The Sahara is the parallel to your mind. Both started off as a wonderful oasis at one point in time, and gradually dried up as years progressed. For you, the process was shorter. Your mind was a wonderful oasis when it had the persistence of time and memory working with one another, when they rotated amongst each other. When processing like this, the two were able to keep each other in motion. But then something happened to you, what was it? Did you hate your job? I believe you did. Your job was the ideal place to lose perception of everything. And indeed, you did lose the perception of everything, but most importantly, of time and memory. Your mind became a void. Just like the Sahara was. The Sahara no longer absorbed nutrients, so it dried out. Your mind no longer had a concept as to what time and memory was, so it faded away.
Remember that lost person wandering about the Sahara? He resembled your mind. As he wandered about, he remained persistent, and believed that he would escape the desert, because he knew what society was like, what it gave, and he wanted to return to safety, to people so he would not be alone. The same thing occurred within your head. As you began to psychologically weaken, your mind was still persistent, because it knew what memory and time was, and at one point it had been very abundant. The fact that these two elements were dwindling away concerned the mind, and so it began to search every crevice for a reminiscence, which is why you would suffer from a memory lapse, and later remember. But it became harder for the mind to comprehend something it was losing its grasp over, just as it was hard for the person lost in the Sahara to keep marching forward, especially after being taunted by the single drop of rain.
Right now, you are most likely thinking that your mind was not taunted. You, my dear foolish friend, are wrong. Your mind was taunted through all those times you went through your sudden memory lapses, and then by the realization of what had happened later. You convinced yourself to write it off as nothing, and now it is too late.
As I have said, tonight is the night of the full moon. Tonight is the night that you will finally meet the infamous Man in the Moon. Now will you please focus your attention, or your eyesight rather, in the same vicinity as you did when it was the night of the waxing gibbous moon. Remember how there was a dark, shadowed spot in the area of the upper left quadrant? You could make out some of the boundaries, but you could not perceive the whole hidden mass. That is about to change, though. Your time has run out, and now you can observe what had been hidden.
Do not blink. You will miss the initial impact of this eye-awakener if you do. Wait for a few more moments; dearest Luna is almost in your direct line of vision. There are deep bags under your eyelids, your eyes are bloodshot, and all you want to do is blink, just once. But you cannot do that right now. In a minute or so you can, but you can do nothing but gawk at the sky for the moment.
Now! Luna is right before you, now do yourself a favor and stare at her magnificent light. Stare at her magnificent, blinding light, for after this moment, you will see what you have waited so long for. Can you feel her power ripping away your senses? Can you feel her power dimming you? If you can, then your mind is finally gone. If you cannot, then there is still some hope.
It really is a shame that you do not fit in with the latter. I can tell by the expressionless gaze your face possesses that you are gone. Stay tuned for just a little while longer, just a moment or two, or maybe an hour or two in your sense of perspective. The Man in the Moon is making his arrival.
Here he comes! You have waited so long to see your infamous hero, and now here he is, miles above and before you! I want you to look directly at his face. Tell me, what do you notice about his face? Hopefully, you have noticed that his face is much like yours – blank, expressionless, drained. The similarities you two possess are stunning. It is almost as if you two were created from the same mold. That is because you were. You are the Man in the Moon. Right now, you are staring up at the impassive face that resembles yourself. You are staring up at the emotionless being that you have become, at the peak of your insanity. Through the disintegration of time, you lost the perspective of what memory was, and the rotation was broken. Your life now represents a cycle, because your mind will continue to be persistent and search for the lost fragments of time and memory, only prolonging your insanity.
You cannot turn back now.
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