Mad Hatter Minds

christian morris

19 Mar 2026 — 1 min read

What is on my mind you see cannot be seen until it's seen i do not know that's all I know I only understand in the moment it comes from experiential frame I've got the mind can wander shadows can whisper acknowledge move forward don't argue and dismiss them for once you run or fight they start to have control behavior is influenced by all ignored and that which is forgotten for the mind does not truly forget only our perception this is my lament for humans such as I and all around all of us for we are bound by perception and most don't even know it we cause all the problems of this earth for nature is not causing it's just reacting to us woe is the earth for in its sadness tones of missing us longing us to dance for in its forests but troubled not is causality and earth for nature moves an ever flowing current we are stagnant creating dead seas and following half or false logic to fit our narratives of our mad hatter minds let us rejoice for yin and yang allows us to see there is always light for without light nothing could be percieved for this I say we are not doomed just ending on repeat and can stuck the rut unstuck our muck and move into motion forward spinning spiractically latticed like the universe we inhabit.

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