You close your eyes. What do you see? An old house on the lake shore. All around the forest. You walk through the grass. The rain has washed away all the dirt. The grass is wet. You stand in front of the house. Go inside it. Don't be afraid. What is this place? You know it, you remember it, but you've forgotten it. The memory of tomorrow has been erased from your memory yesterday. The house is waiting for you to open the door. Reach out your hand, open it. Home of your mind, home of your thoughts, from birth to death.
