The mind is a radio.

I heard that yesterday. On the radio. A Zen guy
said it, and a bunch of other stuff I forget. I
like it. I never thought of it as a radio before.
It suggests to me possibilities for peace.

It has to do with that metal plate they put in your head after that accident. :think:

It was just four screws, phillips head.
I like fresh air when I meditate.

And by the way, that was no accident, that was my wife.

I hope you saved the screws. :o

Now I just prop it open with a stick when
I want to air it out or let a little sunshine
in. It's a big hit when I stroll through the
village that way. People can be very interesting
when they see a man with his head propped open.

Explains why I haven't had a good night's sleep since So and So got into office.

All the bullshit flying through space has pissed off my brain.

as things passing by a mirror is to the mirror,
as I understand it. In other words, it's like eating
dinner. Now you see it, now you don't. It's gone, but
it's not gone, because it's inside of you now. Some of
it will stay and turn into different parts of you according
to molecular whatnot, and the rest will come out, ipso facto.

Got a reciever inside my head
Baby I’m tuned to your wavelength
Lemme tell you what it says:

Transmitter!
Oh! picking up something good
Hey, radio head!
The sound...of a brand-new world.

So look at my fingers vibrate
From their tip down down to my toes
Now I’m recieving your signal
We’re gonna leave the land of noise

Transmitter!
Oh! picking up something good
Hey, radio head!
The sound...of a brand-new world.

Transmitter!
Oh! picking up something good
Hey, radio head!
The sound...of a brand-new world.

Now you and I have no secrets
Now baby, lemme read your mind
I hear ev’rything you’re thinking
You can’t help the way you sound

Transmitter!
Picking up something good.
Hey! radio head!
The sound...of a brand-new world
Oh! radio head
Radio head
Radio head
Radio head

Is that you?