The mind is a very curious thing. It sways like the wind, directionless and without aim. Neither God nor Satan can control it, only persuade it. The control lies only in the individual, who, whether by genius or foolishness wrestles against it for the time one remains on this earth. Some claim to have mastered the mind, yet live a life drifting in the sea of the in between. Yet others who say it is a wild beast, not meant to be tamed but be controlled by it. It shares powers with the will, that so determine the desires of man. Therefore, these drunkards gorge themselves in pleasure, only to find the very life lambasted by chaos.

What is wrong with you O mind? What so angers you that drives the person mad with rage and depression? What is the void that so suckers the vengefulness of your melancholic wanting? How can I stop you! Be rid of me you pest. Shall live my life a zombie, without you to end my misery?! What is it with the mind that I should gain utmost control? Or illusion of the mind to give me false security? To death be with you! You along with the cronies you call the will. Why should humankind be made with you? That God should suffer the consequence of disobedience from your mischief? Neither Element nor wizardry could stop you. So I stand seemingly, defenseless against your puppetry.

Oh the Lord, help me. You who are the Creator of man, who once also created the will of His image. Could you offer a defense against the snake? Of which control is out of my reach? Even Paul says that the mind brings forth opposites from his actions that he cannot control. What more do you want from man that he had already lost the battle of the sin and so forfeit his life because of the monster which is the will? What more do you want?!!! So i could i have claimed it wrong? Is it false that I should say these things? The enigma that demands a solution. A question that demands an answer. You, O LORD, are the master above all things answer me. Answer me. Answer me.