Swoosh. Bang. Crash.
It’s not a war.
It’s my mind during yoga.
My mind in an unusually tranquil state.
Usually the state of affairs is far worse.
It could almost be compared to a Great Modern War.
The ideas keep popping up.
They fight, they argue.
They punch each other and make a lot of noise.
They shoot at each other, aiming for victory.
The loudest one wins.
During yoga,
my mind is more like one of those battlefields that could be found
in the medieval ages.
I guess this could be called Progress.
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