He Supposed He Was a Self-Made Man

He often thought to himself that he has been too quickly assembled that he should have taken more time for the busy hands of his constructing mind to fill-in the flaws, smooth-out the cracks, properly tightened the loosely screwed together parts of his nature. He knew he was mind-made; everything is. Mind is the worker; body, persona, and the world, all that his perception allowed, were just the works of his mind. However, it was all so sudden, the impulse to build an acceptable, semi-functional being was too strong, in the end it was a rushed job. Still he had time yet for a do-over. The mind that had put together all this ‘him’ could paint over, spackle and tighten up much of the more obvious weakness’s. He will need to throw away the handbook he had made to explain himself away, stop trying so hard to market himself to other hastily formed beings. That he need not mend or stitch anymore just accept that what the mind had made was only the skin of thought, its superficial workings and what he was in truth, was always this unadulterated pre-created and perfectly packaged God-Send of the Universe.