I threw a party last night for my unquiet mind. It wasn’t going to slow down any way.

Viva the unquiet mind! I wrote essays on free will vs karma, on what kind of unquiet mind party I might throw (involving coyotes and tiaras--much more colorful than sitting around writing essays), on the meaninglessness of our activity. I typed up the January newspaper article about how a man threw a mouse into a bonfire of burning leaves. The mouse ran out of the fire back to the house, and burned the man’s house down. I brought in sunsets standing still, pink ribbons, Greater Gravity and vortexes--at the same time doing laundry and dishes, comforting the ill, and cheering on a son’s late-nighter.

The conclusions:
Karma beat out free will.

Sometimes we throw unquiet mind parties to run away from pain.

Sometimes when we are set on fire, we run away not for revenge but because of pain.

Sometimes we run away afraid we’ll set someone else on fire.

Sometimes we seal the pain in time bubbles and gravitational accidents and compulsive writing until it’s cool enough to handle.

Sometimes throwing parties for the unquiet mind goes full circle. We become aware of what we are doing. We return to quiet mind which perhaps is the point.