A CLUTTERED MIND?
This was in one of the bedrooms of an old
abandoned place I had bought for a hideaway.
There was a large variety of books in the old
collection. But only a few worth saving.
If a person did not mind cluttering up their
mind with a bunch of trash, then more of them
would have been worth saving. But, I have
enough trouble trying to keep a straight mind
anyway. So most of them went into the trash.
I did get the sense of feeling that who ever
the former owner was, he was searching
for truth in a number of different areas.
BUT, all the whisky bottles scattered around
outside make me feel he never found what
he was searching for.
