The Mind of The Weirdo

 My body is a temple, but my mind is a machine. My mind is a machine whose workings are just being figured out by the world around me and much to my dismay, me.

 Every human is said to see, not with their eyes, but with their brain as the eyes are just a window to the mind or the soul whichever school of thought you enrolled in.

 Every human is also said to have the “eyes” of the mind. The eyes of the mind or Mind’s Eye as defined by the Merriam Webster Dictionary is the “the mental faculty of conceiving imaginary or recollected scenes”. This gives the mind an ability, thus making it an “organ”. The mind can see things that may or may not have been there. Nice, right?

 Now to the present reality. My mind is a machine, whose workings are just being figured out by me, and influenced by the slightest and inconsequential of alterations, but seems to be away from the reach of the realm of the minds of others.

 The visual range of the human eye is limited to the visual band of the electromagnetic spectrum. Some other animals have a visual range that extends into the Infrared and/or the Ultraviolet bands. From a human visual perspective, this is paranormal at best and abnormal at worst. But from a scientific point of view, this ability has been proven to be simply due to the presence of an additional type of cone cells in their retina to the three types that humans have. This makes the “paranormal” and “abnormal”, a wrong assumption in the minds of the untrained.

 Is my mind like that of the birds? Do I “see” things differently from majority of those around me because of an additional type of cone cell in the eyes of my mind? Or is it the opposite? Am I presumptuous to assume it is an upgrade rather than a handicap? Put simply, isn’t it a case of something missing, rather than something added? The questions have plagued my mind ever since I realized its existence, and I hope to find answers to them before my time here runs out.

 My mind is a machine, a machine whose workings are just being figured out by me. With every passing day, I fathom another small part of this virtual yet real, byzantine machine. I plan to perfect it over time.

So, why have I written this? Just to request this of you. Please, bear with me. Whenever I seem to take a stance that seems off normalcy, just try to understand. I’m getting there. It may take a while. When I do that random weird thing, don’t criticize overly. My mind is a machine and I’m trying to figure it out.