Where is the Mind.....

Well...As usual I will be talking about my own thoughts right now.

Humans are definitely a beautiful yet strangely designed machine. In this human structure, mind is an engine that can be conditioned to make the machine work. I do sometimes wonder about the impact of external sources that is taken into consideration, for example, social, cultural, environmental impact on human mind. Technically these are the tools helpful for the conditioning of human mind. It is in case possible that each individual human mind or why only humans all living minds are a design and set in accordance with each other on an space known as Earth. Can it have even a slightest truth in it? If the answer is yes, then how can so many minds are managed so well. The co ordination of absence and presence of individuals in an specific space with a relevance to each other is beautifully calculated. A maths namely co incidence do make me wonder about the possibilities of the probabilities of existence.

Sometimes certain things we humans do plan or decide which many a times might not happen as intended, yet we struggle and fight hard with so called circumstances to live a certain beliefs of our plans, still we land up in the same space from where we started. A weird circular panorama is formed of our illusions or more sophisticatedly in front of our eyes and we keep on running towards it unnecessarily without reaching to an end until the human form dies. As always the conclusion is untendered.

When I stand and look from a bird's eye view from a large window of my room while sitting comfortably and enjoying the exquisite view of the nature's design. I can see a larger view of the existence with mountains, unbuilt houses on top, a pond, green farms where farmers are busy ploughing the lands for the next harvest, I do imagine that they might be singing a cheerful song of happiness. The curvy roads with so called modernized features of amenities and sustainability.

In one of these instances I see two cars coming from opposite directions and both are unaware of other's presence on the road. Those sitting in the cars might be enjoying the weather and serenity of existence as much as I am while sitting near my window. The road is small and only one small vehicle at a time can pass through it. It seems to me that both cars might be speeding and my visual senses or it might be instincts that mentioned to me a major chance for a collision to take place between both the cars from the circumstances I am perceiving. The probability of all of them dying or badly injured was extremely high. But those humans in the cars have no idea what is going to happen in next few seconds. Though I am aware of the situation and the resulting consequences yet I am incapable to do something about it. No matter how loud I shout to stop them or try to run towards them and also I am aware as what I am able to see that the vicinity is empty and no one is there to help them. This feeling of known helplessness is terrible, probably worst one of its kind. What am I suppose to do? Why in the world I am having the painful privilege of bird's eye view. As a spectator, I am just watching, watching and watching about what is going to happen.

Gifted with the design element of sensitive character, the pain of about to watch the scene of death is excruciating. With my questions is continuous progression, I do ask myself again and again, WHAT THE HELL I AM DOING HERE. Where is my mind which is very proud about the intellectual information it holds and thinks itself to be precious. 

Is it possible for my mind to manipulate or change the occurrence on the surreal level. After the accident has happened and most of them died, what has happened to the mind of the deads. What happened to their thoughts, where are they floating. It is the physical body which is dead, the material and physical associations of this world are gone and dead, but where does the mind gone. Mind as I think is not a physical aspect of human body, it is not a brain. Yet we all tend to fall for the mystery of Mind and its Courage. The thoughts of the mind, where do they go? Thoughts and ideas are just wavelengths, what happened to them? Does mind travel? I have read about that a soul changes its body on certain interval of time and can partly agree to it, that a soul never dies. But my question is yet to be answered, where is the mind, where are the numerous thoughts that were embedded in the minds of those people who were once living and functioning to process their thoughts and ideas.

Why I was standing there and watching them die, why the mental and physical contradictions were so painful for me. The mental aspect of me why it was merely an spectator and  felt so helpless to do anything. Everytime I think and visualise about dying I am continuously intrigued by the questions that my mind puts up to various other minds but at occasions they are left unanswered.

Does Soul have a Mind? What exactly is Mind? Where does Mind exist? Is Mind an illusion or a fact? How Mind is made? My questions tends to become endless and I find it hard to figure out its motives and answers. But on individual note it is worth pondering upon, I do hope to find an answer for it which surely will give more questions. Which makes me think that mind is a weird maze and it never let you out of its claws made of thoughts.