Our mind is like a piece of clay.
You mould it, you shape it, you make it the way you want it.
But sometimes you cannot control its evolution.
Our mind is like a television set.
It plays images which are ambiguous and fuzzy and keeps us guessing.
When you switch off, it turns on. When it breaks down, so do you.
Our mind is like a bomb.
When it blows, you cannot piece together the fragments you gather.
And you had better watch out, because the timer is ticking.
“When you switch off, it turns on.” i like this