Up in the middle of the night for the usual bathroom visit, I played a little game that I sometimes do and tried to guess what time it is. The number 4:05 flashed in my mind and I turned on the kitchen light to check it out. The time?
4:05. (Twilight Zone theme here)
The mind is mysterious, unfathomable. We spend most of our days on the thin surface of our thought, but have untapped powers lying in the depths far beyond what we usually imagine. That I could guess in the general area of the actual time is already interesting, but that I got it to the minute was astonishing.
That’s all I have to say.