The human mind is always working.

It creates baggage. Writer's block. Ideas you didn't have a minute ago. It holds grudges. It makes mountains from molehills. It makes the glass look half-full. It makes you fall in love. And it makes you fall out.

It is alive.

It cannot be touched, seen, heard. It can be unruly and devastating, and it has moments of genius, greatness, happiness, and clarity. Is there any method to its madness? There is. And it is simple.