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Jeremiah Hosie EN - 101 - 10am Professor Fox   Salvation through Death My dreams, a distant memory, a cloud within the void-scape that one calls the mind, shrouded within a labyrinth formed from sloth, pride, and lust. Enjoying life and content where I was. No feeling of purpose or drive within me. Comfortable with life just passing through as a member of the scenery. And alone? I don't think so, my best friend is there next to me, doing just the same, if not with even greater amounts of lethargy. May 17th, 2010, Matthew Beiter left this world in the early hours of the morning, and through his death, as painful it was, I have found new

   The Mind Inside Itself Writers block. What is it? We all experience it. We seem to think that we know what it is but who can actually describe what they are feeling when it happens to them. Who can understand how it feels to be stuck in the middle of class trying to think of what to right but can’t for some insanely odd reason. We try to make our minds flow with ideas but we get nothing; Nothing that we find useful, just a bunch of random thoughts, dealing with things that seem trivial or pointless at the time. But why do we think these things, what are they, why are we burdened with something that we find irritating and annoying. W

  My Mind, My Prison, My Battlefield My mind taunts me, it mocks my conscious state, it keeps me from my work, from the waking world, it distracts me. My desires are sometimes not my own, my dreams are without control or direction, they are skewed, similar to a chicken with no head, it runs in circles for minutes before its end finally comes. My emotions are always stirring my thoughts, like the waters of an undertow, trying to break free, bringing outbursts of uncontrollable rage, laughter, or calm; I become a backseat driver in my own body; I lose control; I become impulsive and inattentive or too attentive, a state of hyper focus, and I