Neverending Story

These days are the days for me, because I am in the process of writing a cornucopia of papers dealing with topics that interest me profoundly. I am once again, after years and years, in a favourable state of mind, and it really should be the state of my mind, forever. No ugly feelings directed towards myself, just being in action as myself. A book on the neural underpinnings of our mental and behavioural life had a great impact on me. It will change me forever, I feel, and this is good, because life has regained meaning for me. I still feel that there is something in our mental makeup that goes beyond the neural cascades. It's what sets them in motion, what acts like a gestionaire of their intertwinings. This state in which I am now is truely my state of mind, I recognize myself in it, and, in this sense, my whole life should have as hallmark this state; it's a neverending story, it's difficult to keep the control forever, but not impossible. I want to do great things, I want this ambition I feel inside to last forever. The steam-roller is in action. The day has come.