In possession of a fertile mind.

Being thoughtless. That's a precarious mindful situation that I abhor. No, I don't mean being uncaring about others. My concern is not having any thought on my mind. Being totally blank. Occasionally, I find that my mind is more or less empty. Devoid of anything. Bordering on the unconscious. I'm merely going through the motions of living. Like a zombie. That scares me. So I sit down at my computer, like now, and write a thought about being thoughtless. But really, I'm not thoughtless. I have written proof. Right here in my blog. That I'm thoughtful. And in  possession of a fertile mind. --Jim Broede