The Mind (n.) is a sphinx that solves riddles and remains one.
The Mind (n.) crawls back into its shell the moment it starts bending reality to fit its thoughts.
The Mind (n.) is forever in motion, so it can never grasp the unmoved thing that set it moving.
The Mind (n.) is like a seashell, forever murmuring of waves beyond the shore of the known.
The Mind (n.) is prone to narcissism, falling for its own reflection and cutting itself off from its roots.
Mind (n.) is a knife-maker that slices the world in two, into a thing and a self.
Mind (n.) often serves as a hired soldier of the will to power, trained to raid rather than to commune.
Mind (n.) puzzles itself more than any star in the sky does.
Mind (n.) is a place to stand and look from, not a shelf of fixed ideas.