The speed of thought...

The muse for this little post came to me when talking to a friend yesterday, whose Dad was coming over for the day.

Upon asking how much time it took to reach from her native palce to Calcutta, her answer came in 3 parts, one each for air, train and road travel.
Something about that progressively increasing time span, her eyes as she replied, and the general manner in which she reminisces about the days back home, opened up a window in front of me.
Just for a moment, I experienced the infinite speed of thought.

How the mind had the power to transcend all barriers of the world, that too in good time; how it could give you a taste of Goan fish curry you had 15 years back, and in the next instant give you a glimpse of the next big thing in Manchester United, astrophysics or even your own self.

It also seemed incredibly beautiful, how one could travel to any place in the world and beyond, flying on the gleefully free wings of one's mind. How the mind thus, had the power to heal (and dig up?) wounds; to render a thousand enemy arrows useless; to search and pursue any little matter is so chooses.

How true is Milton,
"The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven."

Cheers to that which has the power to do SO much, waiting only for an able saarathi for a master.