A great life, like great sex, is about where the mind isn't.

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I concluded this after great sex and a day mixed with moments I had wished to be not dead but someone else.

And my next thought was, how does one move or remove his/her mind from futile places?

I envisioned leaving the mind on God's hat rack. (It'd be there upon one's return.)

Of course, not being able to leave one's mind, one instead would be leaving his/her body.

I remained for awhile, eyes closed, a brain on a hat rack. ~Try it.~

I might have convinced myself that the body I overfeed, don with fashion sense, pick at the thumbs of, don't want to peel from its Lazy Boy, let inhibit me, pain--is nothing more than a tail.

Using the tail for one's own good, such as wagging it or using it for balance, fuels the mind. Now, tucking the tail between one's legs, well...there are no legs.

And where does God fit into all this? People say it feels like God is in the center of the body. My detached brain had no worries for a change. How about that?

Man's brain can conquer the universe. It is what it knows. The tail is just for transport.