Beware the Free Range Brain

What is that blaring in our ears, is it the brain cutting loose and spinning around our heads? Brain figures and un-figures looking through holes in its circuits, what computes is painted on blank walls, what just blurts is spoken with a deeply voiced wisdom. Look, the sounds it makes are visible from the moon, can be heard by dreaming camels on the far side of nowhere. It is running around bleating getting lost in its own delusions. Don’t feed it, do not own it - it’s not you; at best it’s a headless chicken at worst it’s a chicken wearing your head. Tell the brain it’s got to take a break from its clatter chatter. Ignore the gabbing, look another way, be filled with a sage silence or find something real to say. Watch the brain dance itself into a dazed dizzy exhaustion, watch it twirl within its babel babble hell; kill it gently with an aware, detached, Mona Lisa smile.